Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Henry Chinaski

"Hey, BUDDY!"
I stopped and turned.
"You want a job?"
I walked back to where he stood. Over his shoulder I could see a large dark room. There was a long table with men and women standing on both sides of it. They had hammers with which they pounded objects in front of them. In the gloom the objects appeared to be clams. They smelled like clams. I turned and continued walking down the street.
from Factotum, by Charles Bukowski

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