#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
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 ...
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire