Love Is A Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski

Sunday night now.  Finished reading a few minutes ago.  Got this book Friday afternoon.  Not a put-down book.  Goes well with beer and diluted winter sunshine.  First time reading Bukowski's poetry.  Not poetry like you imagine.  Better.  Funny.  Bold.  Perverted.  No frills or lacy bits.  Read it.  Keep it on the mantel.  Pick it up on quiet days.