#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others