December 2008
25 posts
Gusoline Alley
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Charles Bukowski, Factotum
Maurice’s eyes were the most distinctive thing about him; they were a vivid green and seemed to look out from deep within his head. He had bushy eyebrows. He was smoking a long thin cigar. “Hi, kid,” he said. Maurice didn’t have much of a French accent. He sat on the end of the packing table and crossed his legs.
“I thought you didn’t talk?” “Oh,...
