After finding my copy of Run with the Hunted, covered with dust, coffee stains, at the bottom of a box in the garage, I started reading it again. Then, out the blue, I jumped into the 21st century, turned on my macbook, to see if someone had sent me the money they owed me for a urine specimen cup full of Himalaya Snuff, from India. Well, somehow, I wanted to see CB's craggy face, typed his name in the search bar, and here I am. Growing up in LA in the mid fifties, I remember how it used to look from the backseat of my parent's huge Buick-8, the model that had port holes on the side. At any rate, I am happy to have found this site. I have always enjoyed Bukowski's work. He made me smile and laugh during some of the worst times in my life. I am looking forward to exploring this site.