Post Office

Oh, man. I sure do like reading Charles Bukowski. Everything he writes makes me think, "Yeah, that's what it's like to be a man." He manages to be part of the most squalid, self-destructive situations, and somehow write about them like they are some kind of zen poetry.

I found this in the Seattle airport. I could feel the bookstore calling me, and I got really ticked off when it didn't have anything in it but modern junk. But then, just as I was leaving, I saw it there, and knew that it was the book that drew me in.