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Henry at home thinking about writing, writing easy for him, he didn’t get writer’s block— every week he would turn the music way up...

Henry needed music to write, he liked all kinds of music, mostly blues and rock. Bukowski would write into the night listening to...

Henry sick allot, almost everyday— it was one of those things, one thing or the other, headaches and joint pain, feeling powerless ...

It was one of those days, a summer day, you know the days, the peak days when everything feels like love, love is everywhere.   ...

It was one of those nights, a summer night, a Saturday night, a sexually charged night when those who could shut themselves ...

Henry was a contrarian similar to Bukowski—who reveled and laughed all the way to the horse track at Santa Anita as he sipped beer ...