Hi there everybody!
I guess I'd have to introduce myself first. I'm ...well... who am I? Shit. You know, there are hundreds of words that might describe you as a person. Normally none of them are true. For instance you may say that you're 40 years old but then how come they keep asking you to show your ID at the pub's entrance? I mean, do you look too young, foreign, suspicious, too old or simply too ran down? Or you might say that you're ex rock musician, ex-artist, ex-floor sweeper and ex-delivery boy, at the present time- you're a writer, expat and so on and so forth. What would it all mean? A great many people would suspect you're nothing but damn unemployable smart ass, that's it. Some crazy bum who's got access to a computer... Would you care for that? Hell no. That's why I think it'd be better to switch to someone else. Let's talk about Bukowski. This site is about Bukowski, right?
I think Bukowski was and is the greatest American writer of 20th century. Of course it is only my personal opinion but then I'm writing this to express my own opinion and not anyone else's opinion. It's so funny to think now that I hadn't heard about him nor read his books until several years ago. You see, I hadn't believed anyone could write such stuff. I've read great many books by US, British, Russian, you name it, authors but none of them rang the bell. Bukowski did. His books were the only books that rang the bell. Unfortunately they were also the last. Speaking of the very first book of his that I read... I opened it one crazy evening. My drinking pal gave it to me as a present. It happened in Monterey, California, several ears ago. ( By the way, I've no idea what this pal of mine is up to now. I moved to Europe soon after that, been staying here since.) But Bukowski sent my brains rocking. I've became a different guy since.
P.S. And to think that Bukowski hadn't made any money! I mean, his fame is apparently growing - for instance if you go to the library, and I mean even here, in Europe, you'd notice soon enough that his book are never lie around. They're always on lease. The "best selling' crap on the other hand is gathering dust on shelves. And he died without 77 or whatever millions? Huh! Jesus Christ! When I hear about these 'millions', this god damned paper money, make believe money and make believe fame, really, I want to puke.
P.P.S. You know, it's a great shame but I can't resist it. There's a bunch of stuff I wrote once myself, you might check it out, if you has nothing better to do of course, the address is http:www2.webng.com/babalama. But, for God's sake don't do it if you don't want to. OK? It's probably shit anyway.
Take care and hope to hear from you soon.
I guess I'd have to introduce myself first. I'm ...well... who am I? Shit. You know, there are hundreds of words that might describe you as a person. Normally none of them are true. For instance you may say that you're 40 years old but then how come they keep asking you to show your ID at the pub's entrance? I mean, do you look too young, foreign, suspicious, too old or simply too ran down? Or you might say that you're ex rock musician, ex-artist, ex-floor sweeper and ex-delivery boy, at the present time- you're a writer, expat and so on and so forth. What would it all mean? A great many people would suspect you're nothing but damn unemployable smart ass, that's it. Some crazy bum who's got access to a computer... Would you care for that? Hell no. That's why I think it'd be better to switch to someone else. Let's talk about Bukowski. This site is about Bukowski, right?
I think Bukowski was and is the greatest American writer of 20th century. Of course it is only my personal opinion but then I'm writing this to express my own opinion and not anyone else's opinion. It's so funny to think now that I hadn't heard about him nor read his books until several years ago. You see, I hadn't believed anyone could write such stuff. I've read great many books by US, British, Russian, you name it, authors but none of them rang the bell. Bukowski did. His books were the only books that rang the bell. Unfortunately they were also the last. Speaking of the very first book of his that I read... I opened it one crazy evening. My drinking pal gave it to me as a present. It happened in Monterey, California, several ears ago. ( By the way, I've no idea what this pal of mine is up to now. I moved to Europe soon after that, been staying here since.) But Bukowski sent my brains rocking. I've became a different guy since.
P.S. And to think that Bukowski hadn't made any money! I mean, his fame is apparently growing - for instance if you go to the library, and I mean even here, in Europe, you'd notice soon enough that his book are never lie around. They're always on lease. The "best selling' crap on the other hand is gathering dust on shelves. And he died without 77 or whatever millions? Huh! Jesus Christ! When I hear about these 'millions', this god damned paper money, make believe money and make believe fame, really, I want to puke.
P.P.S. You know, it's a great shame but I can't resist it. There's a bunch of stuff I wrote once myself, you might check it out, if you has nothing better to do of course, the address is http:www2.webng.com/babalama. But, for God's sake don't do it if you don't want to. OK? It's probably shit anyway.
Take care and hope to hear from you soon.
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