Now I haven't slept for four days and my deadline is tomorw...
Here's Bukowski's advise:
"I've got a 1:00 English class. I've got to get straight."
"Drop a white."
"I need some food in my gut."
"Eat two soft-boiled eggs. Eat them with a touch of chili powder or paprika."
"Can I boil you a couple?"
"Thanks, yes."
The phone rang. It was Cecelia. Bill talked a while, then hung up. "There's a tornado approaching. One of the biggest in the
history of the state. It might come through here."
"Something always happens when I read."
I noticed it was beginning to get dark.
"They might cancel the class. It's hard to tell. I better eat."Bill put the eggs on.
"I don't understand you," he said, "you don't even look hung-over."
"I'm hungover every morning. It's normal. I've adjusted."
"You're still writing pretty good shit, in spite of all that booze."
"Let's not get on that. Maybe it's the variety of pussy. Don't boil those eggs too long."
I went into the bathroom and took a shit. Constipation wasn't one of my problems. I was just coming out when I heard Bill
holler, "Chinaski!"
Then I heard him in the yard, he was vomiting. He came back.
The poor guy was really sick.
"Take some baking soda. You got a Valium?"
"No."
"Then wait 10 minutes after the baking soda and drink a warm beer. Pour it in a glass now so the air can get to it."
"I got a bennie."
"Take it."
It was getting darker. Fifteen minutes after the bennie Bill took a shower. When he came out he looked all right. He ate a
peanut butter sandwich with sliced banana. He was going to make it.
"You still love your old lady, don't you?" I asked.
"Christ, yes."
"I know it doesn't help, but try to realize that it's happened to all of us, at least once."
"That doesn't help."
"Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in
a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you."
"Cecelia's a wonderful woman."
It was getting darker. "Let's drink some more beer," I said.
We sat and drank beer. It got really dark and then there was a high wind. We didn't talk much. I was glad we had met. There
was very little bullshit in him. He was tired, maybe that helped.