Charles Bukowski had tuberculosis.
The doctors cured it with antibiotics, but the drugs
gave him leukemia. His last years were not good ones.
He wrote a book called Pulp about the Bird of Paradise
flying up his nose. He cocked a snook at death.
He was looking for the ghost of Louis-Ferdinand Céline.
a great writer. He didn't find him.
He ate at Musso-Frank's.
Like Faulkner did,
and Pep West.