#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
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...
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…