we're going to need patent leather. a lot of it.

Its a bit late, but I'm finally reading the Death of Bunny Munro.

Pumping myself full of Bukowski, Hemmingway and Cave.

If I don't slow down I'm going to become a chain smoking alcoholic with no respect for myself.

And even less for women.

At the very least I may be able to grasp some aspect of their writing ability.

Although,

If I were to include the image "hymen popping dimples" in my work, it may not have the same effect.

But seriously. Cave. Handlebar moustache, greaser hair and the sexiest midlife crisis ever.

Royalty.

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