I don't think most authors would appreciate being thought of as good shitting material, but I read Bukowski on the crapper with an utterly clean conscience.
In case anyone was wondering, the magazine he is looking at is of the "gentlemen's" variety. I was able to discern this by saving it to a photo editor and enlarging it. Purely for research purposes of course.
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