There’s a lot to be said about Charles Bukowski (probably by boys in your Lit tutorials who wear Doc Martens and write in Moleskins), but here’s the Cliffnotes. He likes booze, cigarettes, booze, complaining, booze and writing about how all women are awful. I guarantee every bad date you’ve ever had has begun with the phrase: “Hey do you like Bukowski? Ever read Infinite Jest?”
“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.”
Finally somebody said it. About as enlightening as witnessing a DV at a wedding full of piss drunk assholes.