#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
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...
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”