Okay..... I finally found it. Getting back to business here. I found the paragraph that I was using as my example of how Buk described himself and his inability to get along with other people once he met them. I know I'm kind of ruining a really funny string of posts but I've got to get this off my chest.
This is from "Screams From the Balcony." It's page 168.
"I've never felt good with the crowd and it started in grammar school, I sensed that they touched each other understood each other but that I did not belong and now, 45 years old, I find I still do not belong, fuck dramatics, but the worst part is that I do not even belong with the best ones, the living ones, I seem sliced off for ever by some god damn trick, either my imagining or some type of insanity, but even the good ones leave me dangling and I feel like a fool, and I know that I am a fool for I feel what I know."
So, this is what I wanted to share as far as the main topic of Bukowski and his split with Corrington. Just got home from work on Saturday night and some wine and smokes and Bukowski.net is going to set me straight.