I had it. I thought that I knew what I wanted to say. I forgot. I have been reading Bukowski and all I get from him is that he was mad. All that I remember from him is that scene in the movie, and that was not him but Matt Dillon. That was 2006. That was fiction. But then Chinaski was Bukowski's very personal persona. He was one bitter man, I get that. He knew my hell, I get that too.
I just do not understand why I can forget so easily. I just do not know how I can put the unpleasant out of mind with a blink of an eye. I just do not understand. I am starting to consider that I do not need to understand.
