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Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones?
I was shacked with a
24 year old girl from
New York City for
two weeks- about
the time of the garbage
strike out there, and
one night my 34 year
old woman arrived and
she said, "I want to see
my rival.
" she did
and then she said, "o,
you're a cute little thing!"
next I knew there was a
screech of wildcats-
such screaming and scratch-
ing, wounded animal moans,
blood and piss.
.
.

I was drunk and in my
shorts.
I tried to
seperate them and fell,
wrenched my knee.
then
they were through the screen
door and down the walk
and out into the street.

squadcars full of cops
arrived.
a police heli-
coptor circled overhead.

I stood in the bathroom
and grinned in the mirror.

it's not often at the age
of 55 that such splendid
things occur.

better than the Watts
riots.

the 34 year old
came back in.
she had
pissed all over her-
self and her clothing
was torn and she was
followed by 2 cops who
wanted to know why.

pulling up my shorts
I tried to explain.
Written by: Charles Bukowski

Book: Shattered Sighs