drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up

This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos

got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever

I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…

It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...

They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar

the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs

“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone