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Excerpt from Chapter 22 of the memoir  Charles Bukowski’s Scarlet by Pamela Cupcakes Wood 

Bukowski sighed a lot. To me a sigh means something — I’m sad, I’m tired, I’m depressed, I’m weary. But Bukowski sighed on general principles. It was his reponse to being alive. Sigh…

So I’d try to cheer him up.

“…Let’s go out and do something.”

Sigh.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Sigh.

“Let’s go out to eat.”

Sigh.

“Let’s go for a drive.”

Sigh.

“Let’s drink some champagne.”

Sigh.

“Let’s go to the track.”

“All right. Let’s go.”

Charles Bukowski’s Scarlet, Pamela Wood’s fun, fascinating memoir about her years with Charles Bukowski  is available here.

Painting: Racehorses in a Landscape (1894) by Edgar Degas