Very cool, thanks a lot.
Thinking about Bukowskis monstrous amount of typing on those machines while living in rooming houses during the 50's and 60's I always marvel about the fact how little he mentions annoyed and complaining neighbors.
There are some of those in his letters, but it seems very little. And Bukowski obviously hammered on those machines day after day after day. Not only poems, columns and prose, which would be enough to pale everybody else off, but at the same time a flood of letters to drown the world in.
Maybe it worked because he had to type in the day time while working the P.O., when most of the neighbors were either working themselves or away anyhow?