I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...

Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?

are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing

I have a saying, “the tough ones always… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night

Jack London drinking his life away whil… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself oblivio… while writing his dark and poetic works.

she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle of beer. where’d you get that wart on

he packaged it up neatly in different se… sending the legs to an aunt in St. Loui… the head to a scoutmaster in Brooklyn the belly to a cross-eyed butcher in Des… the female organs were sent to a young p…

Back in L.A., there was almost a week o… rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan B… “Chinaski, I want you to read a week fr… Rock groups played there. It was a diff… “Chinaski,” Marty said, "you think you…