#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb