An Evil Town

by Charles Bukowski…

An Evil Town by Charles BukowskiFrank walked down the steps. He didn’t like elevators. He didn’t like many things. He disliked steps less than he disliked elevators. The desk clerk called to him: “Mr. Evans! Would you step over here, please?” The desk clerk’s face looked like cornmeal mush. It was all Frank could do to keep from hitting him.

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Charles BukowskiCharles Bukowski is one of America’s best-known contemporary writers of poetry and prose, and, many would claim, its most influential and imitated poet. He was born in Andernach, Germany, and raised in Los Angeles, where he lived for fifty years.Find out more about Bukowski on his website, Bukowski.net.

 

 

 

 

 

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