he likes to be alone

this guy’s just like you:   people knock on his
door and he’s in there but won’t answer, he
likes to be alone, so the last time I saw him
he said he was in celibacy, he had joined the
Hare Krisnas and I unzipped him and took his
cock out while he kept hollering, ‘Hare Krisna
oh, Hare Krisna, help me, help me!’   it didn’t
work:   I sucked him off…

let’s go to Bob’s Big Boy and get a hamburger,
I said.

Charles Bukowski
Original manuscript
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