by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com
Perhaps no writer has told of the ave joes plight in the nine-to-five drudge.
Than the great Bukowski.
Yes he was a sleaze.
But let’s be honest at least half of urban-nine-to-five slave-women like sleazes.
They can use them & throw them away.
They are convienient.
They are fun during bar night ovulations.
The other half are at least intrigued by a wild animal type like Bukowski.
I mean the cliché is that all women like a ‘bad boy’.
Clichés have to at least be half true – don’t they?
Of course they are.
Although he did say he ‘let women push him around’, & that’s why they liked him a lot.
But I think he was at least a hybrid of both a ‘pushover & a bad boy’.
Perhaps it was the hybrid nature that intrigued his many boozy women that he talked of in ‘Women’.
But then again most of Buk’s women were fellow ‘bottom of the barrel types’.
They were alcoholics, party animals etc.
Though later in life Buk said he couldn’t be bothered with bars no more –
He just wanted to sit in a quiet room.
Even an dive-bar-livin’-alco like Buk can’t party much past fifty.
There’s the famous video where he gets pissed at Linda his wife because she keeps partying big.
In the infamous video she is unrepentant & says “I’ll keep going out & I’ll see who ever I want”.
This makes Buk ‘see red’ – he threatens to ‘Get his Jewish lawyers to kick her out’.
She is again unrepentant to his discomfort & his view of ‘how it should be’.
He loses it, his ager boils over & as the are both at opposite ends of the couch,
He starts kicking her like a child would – it looks bad on camera but there’s no force behind the kicks.
He ruined his poise & argument there.
It was a good argument to not be an alcoholic if you can help it at all.
But if you are and you can’t, it also helps to be an entertainer, artist or writer –
They kinda issue you a ‘free pass to misbehave’.
Rest in peace Buk – may you be soaking in a giant vat of Budweiser in the clouds.
For the record I was a binge drinker for fifteen years, but not an alcoholic.
These days I just sit in a quiet room, drink two beers a night & write.
Like Bukowski my wild party days are long gone.
All I have left are a few wild memories.
And sometimes I really miss those various Bukowski Boozy Babes I had too.
Time really does turn deadly sharp edges into fuzzy warm curves.
Anton Martin Smith Writer 