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  my father believed in work. 
  he was proud to have a job. 
  sometimes he didn't have a 
  job and then he was very ashamed. 
  he'd be so ashamed that he'd 
  leave the house in the morning 
  and then come back in the evening 
  so the neighbors wouldn't know. 
  
  me, 
  I liked the man next door: 
  he just sat in a chair in 
  his back yard and threw darts 
  at some circles he had painted 
  on the side of his garage. 
  in Los Angeles in 1930 
  he had a wisdom that 
  Goethe, Hegel, Kierkegaard, 

  Nietzsche, Freud, Jaspers, Heidegger 

  and Toynbee would find hard 

  to deny.

  Bukowski>>

  2 Aug 2012