born a year too late to ever be in the same room as Bukowski. I don't remember the very first thing I read from him, (I fondly remember reading Fire Station in high school from a now-lost copy of Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit, that work...
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