#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
On Christmas I had Betty over. She baked a turkey and we drank. Betty always liked huge Christmas trees. It must have been 7 feet tall, and 1/2 as wide, covered with lights, bulbs, tins...
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe