C. Bukowski

I’m reading Bukowski and the 2 can’t be related however I receive a 3:30 a.m. call from an alcoholic friend who is on the edge of homelessness.

Life imitates art? I don’t know…

I remember the feelings of fear and loathing and need.

Not going back.

Dennis Mantin

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