I just got rid of a short story called "The Other." Arete took it. They pay a grand. Then they asked that I might I might illustrate the story. I sat down and flipped out three or four drawings, took maybe five minutes. The accepted--$400. Everything is very strange. From a total bum to all this. But something is watching me. I am always being tested. There is always the next day, the next night. I began late and I'm going to have to keep pounding. I missed a hell of a lot of years. But the luckiest thing that ever happened to me is that I didn't get lucky early.
Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
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