Hello. (new blood here)

[Val]

i tried for months to register on this site, it kept denying me, but finally succeeded today. No idea why.
Discovered Bukowski in 1990, on a film set where a very attractive redhead in a tight dress was reading Hollywood. She told me what a great writer Bukowski was and said: "I want to fuck him." i read the author bio in her book, saw his picture and thought: if she wants to bang that ugly old guy then he must be a heck of a writer.
Found Septuagenarian Stew at the library, kept renewing it and rereading it. Finally bought a copy at Red's store. Bought a new book every couple months from him. Once i went in and he had a whole box of Last Night of the Earth Poems but wouldn't sell me one because he said they were all defective and he was sending them back.
Well, that's my intro. Happy to be here.

 

[zobraks]

Welcome aboard.

 

[Rekrab]

Welcome!

 

[Pogue Mahone Athbheoim]

Welcome, it's always fun to hear Red stories. Share more if you have any left.

 

[tony walton]

Welcome

 

[bataille]

i tried for months to register on this site...

Welcome! Took you months to get in, and your first move is to post a 35-year-old story objectifying a redhead? Let's hope your analysis of the actual books has a bit more depth

 

[Val]

Welcome, it's always fun to hear Red stories. Share more if you have any left.

No great stories of Red but i remember the first time i went to his store the door was locked and he took a few seconds deciding whether or not to open it for me. He was nicer after i bought a few books. Another time i asked him what a high yellow was (couldn't ask the internet in those days), he said it was a prostitute, "a woman selling her goods" i think were his exact words. He based this on the first chapter in Factotum where a prostitute is referred to as a high yellow. i pointed out another book where a man was called a high yellow. We decided we just didn't know exactly what it meant. i had to wait for the internet to be invented to learn that one.
There was a bigger than usual riot in L.A. in 1992, i passed by his store a couple days later. The window was broken. i asked him if anything was stolen, he said, "I don't even want to talk about that." He was clearly angry about it. i'll share more if i remember any.

 

[Val]

Welcome! Took you months to get in, and your first move is to post a 35-year-old story objectifying a redhead? Let's hope your analysis of the actual books has a bit more depth

Yeah, some objects just stick in the memory, even after 35 years, like a book, and the redhead who was reading it.