I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...

in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with

I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.

the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer

A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...

this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...

We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...

sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water