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They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane