The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little

up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness

to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and

Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...

this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,

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