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"I discovered Charles Bukowski while in Las Vegas, in December 2000.
My dad thought it was a good idea to take his 19 year old daughter to Vegas. Because I LOVE watching everyone else gamble and drink while I can't participate!
To be fair, we saw some really good shows (Blue Man Group and Mystere). And the buffets were exciting (Paris was wonderful).
And ! I did get screamed at by a lady on the bus that goes up and down the strip. She looked like Mimi from the Drew Carey show. Well, she dropped her purse and I, being the gentleman that I am, went to pick it up for her because she was obviously too large to bend over herself. And I didnt want her roly poly, blue eyeshadow wearing self to roll down the aisle causing an accident.
(To be fair, she probably wouldnt have rolled, just gotten stuck.)
So this ass starts screaming at me "Don't touch my purse, don't steal my purse!"
So embarassing...

So later that day....
I bought a really sweet corset and some cute underoos at the Victorias Secret in Vegas.
At 19, I was at my most attractive. Everything has gone downhill since then. The ban on ephedra didn't help either. I swear, a few people die and they go and freakin' ban it. People die from cars and alcohol all the time but they dont go banning those. Whatever, man. (I miss you Xenedrine! Call me! **please email me if you have any black market ephedra, will pay in books**).
But the point is, I could wear a corset back then and look mildly attractive in the right lighting. If you squinted your eyes.
I do remember trying that get up on in my hotel room and thinking "Ooooh sexy lady, oh yeah. You soooo fine!"

That was also the last year I considered myself a female.

That was the first and last time I have ever shopped at Victoria's Secret. My friend , Erika, has to remind to me wear bras to this day.

(I also bought 2 pieces of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory and brought them back to my hotel and devoured them both)

So back to the main subject matter here... our last day in Vegas, we were in some store and there was this book called "Drinking , Smoking and Screwing".
"Yes, yes and yes", I thought to myself.
Didn't even read the description, I just immediately bought it.
Lucky for me it was a collections of short stories from awesome writers about the title subjects.
And an exerpt of Charles Bukowski's "Women" was one of them.

He stood out to me because he writes like he speaks.
In plain, no frills english. Some call him misogynistic but I disagree. I never felt like he was exploiting or demeaning women (in any of his books).
Most of the bitches in his books deserved to be treated like shit. Or wanted to be treated like shit. Because that's how women are sometimes.
And that is why I no longer can relate to that gender amoung many other reasons.

I guess my connection with Buk lies in heartbreak.
That's what he reminds me of.
That bittersweet feeling of your heart being torn out but still continuing to beat."