#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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...
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
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...
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the