Speaking of Charles Bukowski, I am completely not proud of me being inspired by him. Any and every work of his is same. I thought his writing was cheap, guttural, honest, in your face and darkly familiar. Then it started affecting my moods.To write about disastrous love affairs, loneliness, mind-altering substances and the weather is not easy. He does it convincingly.
‘You get so ALONE at times that it JUST MAKES SENSE.’ I have a few personal favourite pieces, trashy though, am not proud he inspires me.