I'm not a writer; but I want to be. I don't even have to be a great writer. If I can just get something out there I'll be pretty happy with myself. I'm not going to pretend to be this deep artistic intellectual. I am here in part because of the show "Californication" which I've been binge watching via Roku/Amazon. I've powered my way through season 4. I know, big accomplishment. But I was wanting to read something other than the traditional texts of anthropology books that I'm accustomed to so I went searching for "edgy" authors like the character Hank Moody on the show. You see, I know I am not going to understand complicated literature only really smart English majors can figure out. I wanted something that was well-written, but easily digestible. So I went to the local Books A Million today and picked up a copy of Tucker Max's "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell". I mean, it must be edgy right? It has profanity in it. Well, it turns out edgy and good are not exactly synonymous. Don't get me wrong, it's okay but I'm pretty sure I could write something equal to it. So I did two Google searches which led me to Bukowski. The first had to do with writers who started after age 40. As I'll be the 4-0 in less than a month this one is of particular interest to me. Well, out of all the writers on the list Bukowski seemed the most interesting. Second, I wanted to know if the character Hank Moody was based off of a real author. My search results reveal Hank was based off of the lead character in Bukowski's "Women". I haven't read this book, but it's now on my must read. With two searches leading me to Bukowski my interest is peaked and I look forward to learning more about this man's work. So, I guess I'm on here looking for inspiration and frustration. Whichever comes first. Hell, I'll take both.