Long Beach, CA: Pearl Editions, 1996. Second Printing. “I can’t remember now when I first met Charles Bukowski, live, and in person close enough to touch his leathery hide, count the craters on the worn-out moon of his world-weary face. How far-out and rather romantic, though, it would’ve been (for me) had our beat-up paths crossed, as many have asked me if they did, when I was a go-go girl..... More