Charles Bukowski. I couldn’t capture his rugged manliness.
"How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"
- Charles Bukowski
A daily sketch that turned out alright. With Reference.
Barley. The ability to fly is of no concern to him, he sits, he observes and he’ll die, no one will cry for him.