I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead. – Charles Bukowski

I loved that man’s poems before I knew much about him. Turns out he was kind of a jerk, but still like the poems.

He lived in a rooming house while he was writing some of the poems that I like best. I used to live in a rooming house, but I never wrote any great poems. I currently live in an apartment, but I haven’t yet written any great poems here. I do have some loud people living above me. They stomp around a lot. Today finally put a picture to the loud stompers. It is a nice couple with a really cute little kid. It is hard to hate them now that I have seen them. I was a little surprised at how small they are. Why is it that small people make such loud noises? Maybe they want to be noticed.

Now I need to get to work writing some great poems.