Charles Bukowski





bad times at the 3rd and Vermont hotel

Alabam was a sneak and a thief and he came to my
room when I was drunk and
each time I got up he shoved me back
down.

you prick, I told him, you know I can
take you!

he just shoved me down
again.

when I sober up, I said, I’m going to kick you
all the way to hell!

he just kept pushing me
around.

I finally caught him a good one, right over the
temple
and he backed off and
left.

it was a couple of days later
I got even: I fucked his
girl.

then I went down and knocked on his
door.

well, Alabam, I fucked your woman and now l’m going to
kick you all the way to
hell!

the poor guy started crying, he put his hands over his
and just cried

I stood there and watched
him

I said, I’m sorry,
Alabam.

then I left him there, I went back to
my room.

we were all alkies and none of us had jobs, all we had
was each other.

even then, my so-called woman was in some bar or
somewhere, I hadn’t seen her in a couple of
days.

I had a bottle of port
left.

I uncorked it and took it down to Alabam’s
room.

said, how about a drink,
Rebel?

he looked up, stood up, went for two
glasses.