#Americans #XXCentury
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
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.
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…
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)