He always said you didn't
have to live that way to write.
That it wouldn't help,
but
it might not hurt.
I've never starved.
I've never walked cold, lonely, big-city
streets at night, unless it was
on purpose.
I've never been in a bar fight,
gone on a a five day binge,
slept on a park bench
or woken up in an alley, beat up and
hungover with my wallet missing.
I've never thrown a glass against the wall
in anger while screaming at some
***** I didn't like.
I've had some tough jobs
but not like him.
Music is different,
life is different,
time is different,
everything is different.
But I feel just like the guy.
I understand it,
I feel it.
And maybe that just means
that he was a better writer than I am.
And that's true.
But I'm just getting started.
We've both brought on portions of the misery
ourselves, but it worked for him.
So, lets see what I've got...
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 2:43 PM UTC
He always said you didn't
have to live that way to write.
That it wouldn't help,
but
it might not hurt.
I've never starved.
I've never walked cold, lonely, big-city
streets at night, unless it was
on purpose.
I've never been in a bar fight,
gone on a a five day binge,
slept on a park bench
or woken up in an alley, beat up and
hungover with my wallet missing.
I've never thrown a glass against the wall
in anger while screaming at some
***** I didn't like.
I've had some tough jobs
but not like him.
Music is different,
life is different,
time is different,
everything is different.
But I feel just like the guy.
I understand it,
I feel it.
And maybe that just means
that he was a better writer than I am.
And that's true.
But I'm just getting started.
We've both brought on portions of the misery
ourselves, but it worked for him.
So, lets see what I've got...
written in reference to Charles Bukowski
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