"I'll always remember that hotel in Paris. we were all there. kaja, Nal Horse, Burroughs... the greatest literary minds of our generation."
   "do you think it helped your writing, Mr. L?" I asked.
   it was a stupid question. he looked at me sternly, then allowed me to watch him smile, "everything helps my writing."
-Fra Charles Bukowskis Notes of a dirty old man