The Story that Popped My Bukowski Cherry

I had heard the name before... Bukowski. I thought that by the type of friends of mine who had mentioned Bukowski, that I had him sized up as an authour... but not so. Not so, at all, in fact.

Having stumbled across a very thin, almost comic-book-sized, short story book in a store in the valley, (and one of my favorite secret-find-stores in the Los Angeles vicinity), I was unexpectedly exposed to the raw edge of Charles Bukowski, in all of his glory. I picked up a slender book-let called, "Bring Me Your Love", and what a splendid book to have had the honour of popping my cherry. My Bukowski cherry, that is. You see, I am guilty of having lived over 30 years without having knowingly read any of Bukowski's work. That will change, as I have added several other of Charles Bukowski's books to my collection over the past few weeks... Now, If only I had time to get through the ever-growing-stack of books I plan to read...