My vote is not for Bukowski's Tavern. I'd rather piss on it, for good old Hank.
Monday, February 9, 2015
No Bukowski, No!
I'd like to dig up good old Charles B. and show him the menu for Bukowski's. Or better yet, I'd like to feed him a fifth of Scotch and walk him through the front door, let him see for himself. Would he call out each and every patron, remind them that they're phonies and frauds? Would he pick a fight with the maître d'? Would he belly up to the bar and beg for handouts of brown liquor and cheap beer? IS there any cheap beer? Would he have to bring his own 40 in a paper bag?
My vote is not for Bukowski's Tavern. I'd rather piss on it, for good old Hank.
My vote is not for Bukowski's Tavern. I'd rather piss on it, for good old Hank.
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this reminds me of one of my favorite passages from Ham On Rye (I had to look it up to quote correctly)
ReplyDelete“There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit—I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.”
My favorite passage of all time. I read that and knew instantly that I was in love.
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