tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845103.post-50818582189459281012008-04-25T10:51:00.001-04:002008-04-25T22:16:06.152-04:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21712267@N08/2177097314/" title="charlesbukowski by altreel2008, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2306/2177097314_2acb72a17d_o.jpg" width="274" height="400" alt="charlesbukowski" /></a><br /><br />“There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit—I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.”<br />—Charles Bukowski, <a href="http://www.alternativereel.com/includes/cult-fiction/display_review.php?id=00019">Ham on Rye</a>, 1982Bill Chinaskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351117724945136661noreply@blogger.com