“(Jane.) but now I’m so old and ugly and the girls seldom come around anymore, so it’s horses and beer. and waiting. waiting on death.” Charles Bukowski On Writing

“but I slipped myself out on the hustle trip when I laid down those god damned letters in the post office and nobody’s going to pay the rent for me because I’d rather lay around all day, drink beer and listen to Shostakovich, Handel, Mahler and Stravinsky. so, I read.” Charles Bukowski On Writing

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