#AmericanWriters
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...