"At 23:45 I drink a glass of warm Bailey's from a port glass and at 23:55 I am dancing on this floor of carpet like I have never danced before. At 23:58 I smoke and make a toast to myself; really, to myself, and I tap the spot in my chest where the home belongs and I recognise the reward of all this work..."
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"...Tales such as “Too Sensitive”, “Great Poets Die in Steaming Pots of Shit”, “The Blanket” and “Rape! Rape! Rape!” come together in varying lengths and styles to form a unique look into dirty realism and showcase the immense skill in Bukowski’s work.
This book acts as a perfect travel companion or for easy-readers. I didn’t read the book in sequential order and proved that there is always a short story by Bukowski perfect for the mood you’re in, whatever that mood is. To me, it came off as one of his most raw publications, up there among Ham on Rye and Women – sometimes hitting the nose but always hitting a nerve..."