![]() Then he started giggling, and holding his head. "We just want your autograph," said the blond guy, "then we promise never to come back." A young blond guy, a young fat girl and a medium sized girl. I walked to the door, barefooted, in my robe. Was sitting on the couch with Linda, the good dark night descending, when there was a knock on the door. His writing? Well, forget it.Ĭame in, swam in the pool, then went to the spa. Buttons off his shirt, puke on his pants, hair in eyes, shoelaces undone, but he had this long scarf which he kept very clean. I remember this poet who used to come by on the bum. But where else could I go? An Art Museum? Imagine staying home all day and playing at writer? I could wear a little scarf. The people look gray out there, walked through. It's the minute wait between races, your life leaking out into space. Yet it gets boring out there, even when you're winning. Good day at the track, damn near swept the card. ![]() The captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship Charles Bukowski - The captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship ![]()
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