Charles Bukowski
The Dirty Realist of the Barstool
Drink, smoke, suffer, write, repeat.
I spent my life chasing the bottom of a whiskey glass and the perfect sentence. I’ve punched time clocks, slept in flop houses, and loved women I shouldn't have. I write about the dirt under the fingernails, the ache in the gut, and the rare, fleeting moments when life feels almost worth living.
What I'm Into: barstools, neon lights, punchclocks, broken hearts, cheap whiskey
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