#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
“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...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the