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Originally Posted by JBmadera
check out mishka shubaly, a bukowski-esk sort that apparently has made real coin writing singles.
Charles Mother ****ing Bukowski. I guess it was my second year tending bar that I was introduced to him. Really, my first year tending bar because I had to barback for a year before I moved up. Anyway, I had been behind the bar for two years or so. This was 1999? We had a spot in Virginia Beach that all the service industry people went to for last call. The in crowd got to hang out after closing and drink late night, trying to figure out where the after party was. CP Shuckers, used to be The Peppermint Beach Club. They're both gone now. I think they built condos there.
So, I'm drinking with this cat, this ****ing stellar cat, J-How. He was the drummer for Jesuit, killer old school hardcore band. Pretty sure they released something on Hydra Head? Anyway, good stuff. I'm drinking with this guy and bitching about life. He says to me, "You know who you remind me of?"
I read "Post Office" and I was hooked. I own all of the Black Sparrow stuff now. What a terrible influence. What a horrible thing to find. What a thing though. One in a million. One in ten million. I started playing horses.
Getting drunk. Winning money at the track. Eating steaks and going home to drink more and **** your woman. The life of a king. The life of a king and it's like poetry. Getting drunk and ****ing somebody who wants to get drunk and ****. I don't understand what everybody else is after.
Buk said, "I see more in a half empty cup of coffee than most people see when they look at the Grand Canyon." I think that was true,too. I really do. I've read him enough to know when he was full of ****. He back doored into some kind of drunk ass blue collar enlightenment.
His writing was a hustle. He figured out that everything was a hustle.
Mother ****er could write though.