Character: Chinaski

She looked like one of the greatest ***s of all times.

When I'm drunk and she's mad, we almost stand each other.

The king of Monsuta 9000 wives. Just think: 365 days in the year divided by 9000. There was no fight. No menstrual periods. No mental overload. Just feast and feast and feast one. Must be king Mangatu it was very difficult to die, or very easy. Average does not happen.

The whole street to my left was Packed with traffic, and I watched people sit and wait patiently in their cars. Almost every sat a man and a woman - staring straight ahead, not talking. For all, in the end, everything comes down to expectation. You're all waiting and waiting, hospital, doctor, plumber, psychiatric hospitals, prisons, the mother-death. At first the signal red, then green. Waiting for the world's citizens eat food and watch TV, worry about your work or lack thereof.

I tried to convince myself that guilt is just a kind of disease. What people without the guilt achieve in life progress. People who can lie, cheat, people, always knowing how to cut corners.

- What do you think about women? she asked.
- I don't think. All women are different. Basically they seem to be a combination of the best and worst, and magic, and terrible. I'm glad they exist nonetheless.

With the rest of us will be okay until the poor learn to make an atomic bomb in my basement.

That's what is most important: the meaning is unclear. Words here - as in a burning house, or the earthquake, or the flood, or the woman coming out of the machine and showing legs. I don't know what is required by other writers: do not care, I still read them I can't. I'm trapped in my own habits, its own prejudices. Not bad at all to be blunt, unless the ignorance is entirely your own.

If I'd been born a woman, I would have probably been a prostitute. As soon as I was born male, I desire women all the time - lower is better. Yet women - good women - frightened me because, in the end, demanded his soul, and what I still had, I wanted to preserve.