my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,

they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly

you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do

I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal

The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...

got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she

16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—