While wandering around the bookstore I spotted a stack of books by Charles Bukowski. Charles Bukowski*. In National Bookstore. Will wonders never cease. They had Slouching Toward Nirvana; Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way; Pulp; Women; and others. This title jumped off the shelf. I opened the book at random [...]
Published on November 28, 2010 08:00