"What for? This is the Senior From and I'm a senior."
He flashed his light into my face. The hand was playing "Deep Purple."
"Bullshit!" he said. "You're at least 22 years old!"
"I'm in the yearbook, Class of 1939, graduating class, Henry Chinaski."
And the fact that it is Charles Bukowski who is on the yearbook gives it to the reader that Henry Chinaski is nothing but Buk's alter ego and the entire book is a semi-autobiographical account.