Really, Bukowski had it pretty good br living ecstatically and bitterly, living drunken br and sexual, and finally eating better than Li Po br or John Clare, eating regular at The Sizzler br in spite of the 123.2 pollution plagues br and 419 ongoing wars, in spite of his br own acne ugliness. Sitting in cracker crumbs, br pork 'n' bean stains on the t-shirt with his br own face lithograph-reproduced on the front br and the back—recorded catastrophic alcohol br illumination coma bleeding gut, casual desperate br whore friendships in rundown flats, really br sickened self hate lucidity struggle br fury against his demented ass pounding father. br Recorded bestial labor in slaughter houses, DTs br in flop houses—mostly a clear read of br the consequences for some of the selves br including himself, in the world, br legally, illegitimately cheated, br until he finally got lucky: br the best include the worst. The Linda br he dedicated his work to in the end, must've br endured a lot. Old Jew in law musician br uncle, talking a month before he died br about his first love in Warsaw, said to me, br 'because of her, I learned to play the violin.