if charles bukowski had been born to a rich family or pretty or french,
we would have missed out on so damn much, and it's not like he complained.
the beauty of bukowski
is that he never complained.
hem shot himself in
the head, twain raised his fist to the sky and aged bitterly, and vonnegut
didnt even write the best thing we ever thought he wrote: that graduation
speech that says to live in new york city once
before you die.
charles bukowski never
had to live in new york city.