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  1. Then Bobby Hansen, one of the older subs—in length of service —told me, "He did that to me once. He tried to starve me."
  2. It went on for a week. I sat there each morning from 5 am to 7 am and didn't get paid. My name was even taken off the night collection run.
  3. But the next morning it was the same thing: "That's all, Chinaski. Nothing for you today."
  4. 5.
  5. I pushed up against her warm tail and was asleep in 45 seconds.
  6. I walked out, the old car started and soon I was back in bed with Betty. "Oh, Hank! How nice!" "Damn right, baby!"
  7. "O.K., Stone," I said. Among the carriers he was known as "The Stone," but I was the only one who addressed him that way.
  8. "That's all, Chinaski. Nothing for you today." He watched my face. Hell, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was go to bed & get some sleep.
  9. At 7 a.m. Jonstone swiveled again. All the other subs had been assigned jobs or been sent to other stations that needed help.
  10. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screwing with Betty. I leaned back and closed my eyes.
  11. When Jonstone saw me the next 5a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color.But he said nothing. I didn't care.
  12. 4
  13. Then I walked out and took the next day off. Without pay, of course.
  14. He and Jonstone must have slept together. "All right," I said, "Jonstone is a fine man. Forget the whole fucking thing."
  15. "I said, MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN!" I believe the poor fellow actually wanted to kill me.
  16. "3 weeks." "MR. JONSTONE HAS BEEN WITH THE POST OFFICE FOR 30 YEARS!" "What does that have to do with it?"
  17. And screamed: "MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN!" "Don't be silly. He's an obvious sadist," I said. "How long have you been in the Post Office?"
  18. "Wise son of a bitch, you're one of those sons of bitches with a vocabulary and you like to lay it around!" He waved my papers at me.
  19. "I'd rather you didn't curse me, sir!"
  20. He didn't even ask me to sit down. He began screaming at me as I entered the door. "You're a wise son of a bitch, aren't you?"