#AmericanWriters
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
On Christmas I had Betty over. She baked a turkey and we drank. Betty always liked huge Christmas trees. It must have been 7 feet tall, and 1/2 as wide, covered with lights, bulbs, tins...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table