I designed the image above using one of my favorite images of the late and great poet deadbeat laureate master, Henry Charles Bukowski. Being that Bukowski is one of my top three favorite authors of all time, I think of August 16th as something of a holiday.
And so: I took the day off work, didn’t get out of bed until noon, found a copy of his book Women at Half Price Books to add to my ever-growing Bukowski collection, and am finishing my day with a few brews.
So at the risk of sounding dramatic, here’s a drink to your old bones that I still dream of, Chinaski.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls. — Anaïs Nin