So now I've learned (1) that you once could fly for ten bucks from SFO to LAX without reservation and (2) that Bukowski once pissed for four minutes straight, during
"the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time."
Now who doesn't remember those glory wild-west-like times?
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