Just finished this. I know - it’s a stupid romp and Bukowski is more a poet and certain people are into him and all that, but there’s something about it I like. Losers are people too with stories, and those don’t always fit in with what we expect, but they still have value and should be told!
And the end. The last few lines. The words are so sudden.
did u read ham on rye? amazing, i loved it.
bukowski wasn’t a loser. that’s just how society saw him, and he called himself that to own it, but his actions said otherwise. he was a regular guy who worked a series of shitty jobs with the boot planted firmly on his face. he was pissed off and trying not to lose it 24/7.