What Would Bukowski Say?
A fat man trying to exercise in hot sun walked past a fat man sitting in a fat American car eating a hamburger the size of a Pacific atoll and sitting on white cow-hide seats, and one fat man nodded at the other, knowing each other's story well, and about as concerned with the word "fat" as a rattlesnake is with who will be the new Secretary of the Interior. And when
I saw this scene, I thought of what Charles Bukowski might say.The last and only time I saw Bukowski was in Davis, California. His face looked like it had gone through a cyclone full of rivets. He drank a six-pack of beer and read poetry, pacing himself in each task. Bukowski always had interesting things to say about almost everything, including a fat man in a car and a fat man trying to exercise, and anyway, I wish he were still alive, writing.
