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He could do it. Dump us all. I knew that if I was driving that I would consider the possibility or desirability of drowning everybody.

And sometimes, after just such considerations, possibility turns into reality.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter. The old story of good and evil. But none of the bus drivers ever dumped us. They were thinking instead of car payments, baseball scores, haircuts, vacations, enemas, family visits. There wasn't a real man in the whole shitload. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass. Now like every American boy I had always been told: catch cancer early. Then you go down to catch it early and they make you wait three weeks for an appointment.

That's the difference between what we're told and actuality. He loaded five or six of us in one cab, and we rolled down to the bed of the L. Now in those days the L. River was a fake - there was no water, just a wide, flat, dry cement runway.

The bums lived down there by the hundreds in little cement alcoves under the bridges and overpasses. Some of them even had potted plants in front of their places. All they needed to live like kings was canned heat Sterno and what they picked out of the nearby garbage dump. They were tan and relaxed and most of them looked a hell of a lot healthier than the average Los Angeles business man. Those guys down there had no problems with women, income tax, landlords, burial expenses, dentists, time payments, car repairs, or with climbing into a voting booth and pulling the curtain closed.

There were always all these usable bodies. And I wanted to be a writer. Almost everybody was a writer.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer. Of those fifty guys in the room, probably fifteen of them thought they were writers. Almost everybody used words and could write them down, i. But most men, fortunately, aren't writers, or even cab drivers, and some men - many men - unfortunately aren't anything. I like being at odds with everything.

People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor.


They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers. Human relationships didn't work anyhow.

Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers.

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Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool.


People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel hate or love. Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.

Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman. Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person.

I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

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On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn't fit the other. I didn't care. Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart.

People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.

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Ebook Details: AutorCharles Bukowski File Size: March 17, Language: English 3. He reluctantly agrees, and is thrust into the otherworld called Hollywood, with its parade of eccentric and maddening characters: Lawrence and Taos fell to the floor.

She ran to the closet and began stuffing herself inside the flying cloth of female necessaries. Why should I? The sound of the bell entered the room and searched them out, scaled and scalded their skins, pummeled them with crawling eyes.

Then it was silent. And the feet turned with their sound, turning and guiding some monster, taking it back down the stairwell, one two three, 1, 2, 3; and then gone. He finished yanking the petticoat off over her head with some distaste.

She didn't feel an answer was necessary and went over and pulled Lawrence out from under the bed. Then she got into bed with Lorenzo and her husband sat on the couch.Bataille , p. The bums lived down there by the hundreds in little cement alcoves under the bridges and overpasses. Bukowski has the necessity of self-expression, in a confessional tone.

A Thesis presented in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Master of Arts in humanities. Are you sure you want to Yes No. She ran to the closet and began stuffing herself inside the flying cloth of female necessaries.