a conversation not to remember:

try shoveling sand, seems like there’s nothing heavier
than sand.
what?   I asked.
try shoveling sand, he said.
shut up, I said.
wanna fight? he asked.
I’ll rip your god damned head off, I told him.
maybe we better not fight then, he said.
I know you got problems, Eddie, but everybody’s got them
wrong, Hank, some don’t have any.
maybe you’re right.
like 4 aces and 3 kings, he said, you done time?
a little, Eddie, not much.
what was the rap?
nothing much.
nobody ever admits they’re guilty, Hank.
everybody’s guilty, Eddie.
shut up, he said.
wanna fight? I asked.
I’ll rip your god damned head off, he told me.
maybe we better not fight then, I said.
you oughta try shoveling sand sometime, he said.
what? I asked.
sand, he said, sand.

we’d been drinking 3 or 4 hours.
it was a night late in April and the world was still
there.
it was late in the world and April was still there
in the night and we’d been drinking
3 or 4 hours, maybe
5.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1992
Source
Original manuscript