there were knocks at my door at 3 or 4 a.m.
my getting up to let in some drunk and crazy
woman
that always charmed me somehow, even though
those women were drugged or drunk and had
little feeling for me
it was low-level action, going to the
refrigerator for beer, drinking with them
until 5 or 6 a.m.
then going to bed with them, those vicious
children of the night
i hated daylight and to be awakened by them
at noon as they stood before the mirror
putting on their monstrously red mouths:
"hey, can i use your phone?"
they came and they left and they came again
the mailman used to see some of them leaving
he watched those buttocks swing down the lane
those high heels crashing through the sunlight
flooding the cement
"jesus, man," he'd say, "where do you get all
those women?"
"you just gotta be around night and day,"
I told him.
and that was it, that was half of being a
ladies' man.
the other half was letting it happen.
Charles Bukowski
Legendary Unapologetic Alcoholic