I knew Charles Bukowski, aka Henry Chinaski in his literary incarnations...the ugly, pock-faced Polish ogre with flames shooting out of his ass, and a writing deal with, what was it, Black Rose Press. Let me tell you something fat man, in the words of LLoyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle in the 1988 vice-presidential debate....when Lloyd Bentsen said to Dan Quayle: "I knew Jack Kennedy....and you are no Jack Kennedy." Well sir, you are no Charles Bukowski. Rated.