The Sole Survivor
This is the one book I didn't sell when I decided to let go of my collection of signed Bukowski works. I'd planned to keep it. Then I decided there was no reason to keep it. I'd rather have the cash. I'm not sure how much I paid for the book, but the bidding for it is now at $355. Truly amazing. I paid less than $100 for it. I knew it, and all of the other signed Bukowski books, leaflets and chapbooks I collected, would eventually be worth a small fortune. I was not mistaken.
I've got nothing surf-worthy to talk about. I know there's surf out there. I'm not stepping foot in that dirty water for another day. I'm tempted, but I just can't do it. When I feel like my willpower is waning, I remind myself that surfing after a rain is like surfing in the toilet of someone with bad eating habits, IBS and a belief that cleanliness is not next to godliness. Even if the surf is good, I can wait.