Character: Henry Chinaski. Page 4

Why should I, it is not clear, but just a man who sometimes thinks crooked...

Damn women. Mind can not understand them.

I don't want her back, I just want to try to explain what happened, so she understood.

Why every time you see a woman you're always with some other woman?

- Miss?
- God, not the word. I want to cry. I have all the guts inside ijevani. Probably not going to make it.

- Look, you're a witch?
- No, I'm a whore, already forgotten?!

Son of a bitch, I thought, then you have already two women, and in a minute already to any.

Education became the new deity, and educated - new planters.

I always want a hangover - and not hungry, and planting. ***La is the best hangover cure. As a good lubricant for parts.

- I want you ***at. The thing in your face.
- What's wrong with my face?
- It is majestic. I want to destroy your face your ***Oh.
- It may be Vice versa.
- Don't be so sure.
- You are right. ***'s indestructible.

I did my Indian dance, my belly dance and the dance "Can't - Shit - don't - Torture - Ass". Hard to drink when you dance. And it's hard to dance when you drink.

The stewardess asked if anyone to drink. By the time the drink had already.

I'm bored from this shit. Let's just talk.

With me sat Randy Evans. I saw it too, watching Lydia. He began to speak. He talked and talked. Thank God, I didn't hear it - the music was too loud.