Old Folks had it made.
Mind you,
it wouldn't last, but for now, all he had to do was write, shop for groceries, cook
the meals, load and unload the dishwasher, and clean the house once a week, go on
side-trips when he felt like it, write about that.
Usually he went somewhere
close enough to the home he could get there and back the same day, but he had a book
coming out, Bukowski Never Did This, and, once he went on tour with it, he
might spend the night in a mom-and-pop motel, or a red-dot place that smelled of
curry.
After I cleaned the house, I went to see Unleashed.
Well, it was better than Million Dollar Baby.