Happy birthday Buk! It's been 12 years since you passed and you're more popular than ever. You have certainly added to to the quality of my life!
I hope that you're all right up there with the gods and that you and them are celebrating your birthday, drinking some fine german Riesling...
It's funny. The night before last, I watched a bit of "The Bukowski Tapes," and I've had a yen lately to pull out "The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps," "Slouching Toward Nirvana," "Notes of a Dirty Old Man," and "Post Office."
My entire collection of Bukowski books, really, including the volumes of letters.
Now I know why I wanted to.
Happy birthday Hank, and thank you for all the work that changed me in heart and mind when I was 19, and still affects me the same way at 24.
I should request "Barfly" again from the L.A. County library system. From no other writer could you get the line, "Your mother's cunt smells like carpet cleaner."