Mr. Charles Bukowski, on this day, the day of your birth, we adorers salute you the best way we know how: with a drink and a a quick word or two.
“Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working. Out here we call it ‘hustling’.”
“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality”
Hank, this boilermaker is for you. *gulp*