she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,

I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”

When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...

I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...

Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...

sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the