Sitting here in the cafe, an old, obese, grey haired man with a plaid flannel shirt and holey sweatpants hobbles in past me, the pungent smell of body odor, alcohol, and days-old-underwear suffocates me. He sits down, scribbles something on a piece of college-lined paper, holds it up to the light to focus his eyes upon it, and … Continue reading Random Thought of the Day- Bukowski’s Fragrance
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