Reading Factotum. Like all Bukowski books, it's dirt, sunshine through dusty blinds, stinks like an old bar, and the sex is scary.
Can't stop reading about boozing, drunken fights, vomit, and another cigarette.
All the stuff I don't have the guts to do myself, Bukowski does for me.
One peice of advice; don't loan out your Bukowski books. You'll never get them returned.
Can't stop reading about boozing, drunken fights, vomit, and another cigarette.
All the stuff I don't have the guts to do myself, Bukowski does for me.
One peice of advice; don't loan out your Bukowski books. You'll never get them returned.