Bungaloaded

I love Charles Bukowski. There's a movement in L.A. to save the bungalow where he lived in the late 60's and early 70's, when he transformed from drunken wage slave to drunken writer. He wrote Post Office here, my favorite of his books. He would probably scoff at such an honor. After all, his tombstone reads "Don't Try".

Thanks, Pop Candy.