#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we had goldfish and they circled around… in the bowl on the table near the heavy… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting us al… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy Henry!’
there are many single women in the world with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
#1978 #Women
long ago he edited a little magazine was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jazz expe… and I remember him because he never retu…
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
I met her somehow through correspondence… and she began sending me very sexy poems… and this being mixed in with a minor int… confused me somewhat and I got in my car… through the mountains and valleys and fr…
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ItCatchesMyHeartInItsHands
he buys 5 cars a month, details them, wa… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or two g… he has a nice Jewish wife and he tells m… bangs her until the walls shake.
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all h… War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The d… and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all t… I liked going over to Frank’s place to… His mother wore high heels and had great…
#1982 #HamOnRye
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
#1971 #PostOffice
“You ought to try to be like Abe Morten… “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my fath… “Don’t you want to be happy, Henry?” as… “Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” said… “What’s going to become of you? How the…
That evening I started drinking. It was… I’ve got to get back to the typewriter,… At 2:10 am the phone rang. I was drinki… “Hello.” It was a woman’s voice, a youn… “Are you Henry Chinaski?” “Yes.”
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
