I'm not going to sit here and pretend Bukowski and I are good friends or that he gives me any kind of street cred. Truth is, as soon as anyone tells me they read this guy I instantly dislike them. Anything between me and Mr. Bukowski is between me and Mr. Bukowski.
The point is the moment of thinking a guy most anyone might consider ugly I think otherwise. The point is the problem of otherwise, and how many people buy into what defines a person's...value, really. What defines a person's value, where does it begin and where does it end and what is the final straw of their existence that devalues them finally?
Because I am an ugly man and also I am a devalued man finally in this world, and I want to know which ugliness in me was the last straw to them.
Because how can any man be considered ugly who can write this:
Give me a face that's had the shit kicked out of it over the pretty and banal any time . Give me an amazing conversation over any tits and ass. Something interesting, something different, something true. I need to write this down in case anyone shows up, to remind myself what matters. Right now I'm too ugly to need it. It's been years.