Ham on rye (1982) - Charles Bukowski


But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there. Just hardened shit, maybe, but that was more than they had.
(p. 32)


"I looked up a little girl's dress. I kicked my mother. I ate some of my snot. That's about all. Except today I baptized a dog."
"You baptized a dog ?"
I was finished. A Mortal Sin. No use going on. I got up to leave. I didn't know if the voice recommended my saying some Hail Marys or if the voice didn't say anything at all. I pulled the curtain back and there was Frank waiting.
(p. 82)


Why did I come here ? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse ?
(p. 203)

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