One missive from 1971, addressed to "brother Mallory," reads in part, "Yes, I'm on the hustle, which means readings, which all helps survival until that [grim reaper] puts it to us. So if you hear of any, send them my way and I'll do my little act."
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The words "grim reaper" replace a term we can't print in this paper; Bukowski, on the page and in person, often shifted between tender and coarse.