About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I ...
he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I ...
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax job I can do it ...
this South American up here on a Gugg walked in with his whore and she sat on the edge of ...
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one ...
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War ...
my grandmother had a serious gasproblem.we only saw her on Sunday.she'd sit down to dinnerand she'd have gas.she was very ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories