Bukowski said when you clean up the city, you kill it.
That life is where the whores are, where the jukeboxes play; in the bars.
Ah but Charles… I have been to your dives and honkeytonks with the whores and addict drunks and I have experienced the life and stimulation there… and that shit gets old quick.
I like your writing and have a warmth to this rare honesty. However I am guessing you never experienced love as a child or loved children of your own, for that is where life is.