liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentences he could lay the word down

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood Blvd… and she kept haggling and working at me, snapping and snarling.

in San Francisco the landlady, 80, help… Victrola up the stairway and I played B… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the center o… filled with beer and winebottles;

Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was stand… “What are you doing, Chinaski?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” I didn’t answer.

sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:30 a.m… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things, we o…

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where

she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen

yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m out don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my door

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.