why i was into charles bukowski as a influence though i quit before it got even worse so drunk bohemia um making it some day as a poet

 so taking things really far seems to be an extreme that showcases that beauty (finding out what's at the bottom) so here's what i remember i was almost officially dropped out of school for academic suspension and along that way i was suggested this name to read (slight similar background like being a poet and being drunk and not finishing university) and i got access to some of his work here and there the public library mostly (line by line entertained with his view) but so who is he um where was i guess one summary is he was a homeless drunk poet (though that's something i avoided was complete homelessness i got too scared and ran off into joining the us army during obama my enlistment and getting out of trouble paying my student loan) and that was when i was getting awfully close to the edge so i could barely afford my apartment which had what stuff i brought with me to school outfits and the constant getting new clothes from used stores the rockstar ways um my laptop where i'd put that next to the couch i was sleeping on my bike got stolen when i lent it to someone it was a bmx haro bike i covered in olde english malt liquor 40 labels um life was bold back seeing from the balcony fire escape the city the cobble stone to 711 the long walk to the restaurant passing campus the dorms um the park to be a host for the lunch rush the nearby newspapers people visiting then i was working on a genius book and other releases on big flashcards violent crude creations of the concepts so i was 19 (or was it the end of 18) visiting a friends pal in va beach a sailor um him wanting to be a comedian us talking the big talk um i didn't have a car and i saw others lives the rentals back then the schedule with school i was hungry i went to walmart but could only afford some canned stuff i didn't want to get credit problems so i just toughed it didn't get on food stamps either no ebt snap and also trying to still party the drugs leaving my system and the thrill of alcohol my roommates vodka bottle in the freezer the lines on everything a bag with oatmeal my mom gave me being outside back then cigarettes my green field jacket a borrowed harmonica um big dreams were later maybe filed under delusions delusions of grandeur walking down to the james river at belle isle that so trying to get alcohol or when i'd stay the night at my cousins getting high with his bowl um music videos his lecture hamburger helper his sister christmas my parents and their opinions my brother though later on i quit the marijuana another part was not getting into selling it and getting into the army too not getting disqualified

so charles bukowski from what i read he worked hard and had bumpy parts of life like living in hotels also he was a alcoholic so he'd go to the bars and other places to drink so reading him it was really simple and easy each poem per page(s) i could read him while being loopy from quitting being a cannabis stoner i could read him while being a post constipated booze drinker um i liked i guess the fun part of that trouble like the highs and mania paired with the harsh reality of struggle he was in california so that glamor too hollywood and too the skidrow i think my favorite book from him was slouching towards nirvana

so the parts his passion to make it and eventually doing that the bohemian style being a artist a poet um



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