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he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, r...
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...