Monday, August 16, 2004
 "I like your books"
by Charles Bukowski
In the betting line the other day
man behind me asked,
"are you Henry Chinaski?"
"uh huh," I answered.
"I like your books," he went on.
"thanks," I answered.
"who do you like in this race?" he asked.
"uh uh," I answered.
"I like the 4 horse,"
he told me.
I made my bet and went back
to my seat....
the next race I am standing in line
and here is this same man
standing behind me again.
there are at least 50 lines at
the windows but he has to find
mine again.
"I think this race favors the
closers," he said to the back of
my neck.
"the track looks heavy."
"listen," I said,
not looking around,
"it's the kiss of death to talk about horses
at the track..."
"what kind of rule is that?"
he asked. "God doesn't make
rules..."
I turned around and looked at him:
"maybe not, but I do."
after the next race
I got in line, glanced behind me:
he was not there:
lost another reader.
I lose 2 or 3 each week.
fine.
let 'em go back to Kafka.
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