Why Bukowski thinks I’m a jerk-off

Reading The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship by Charles Bukowski and writing some of the more provocative thoughts in my notebook for posterity. Here was the first one I thought worth re-writing:

Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.

Here was the next one I copied:

Why did I have to reach the age of 51 before I could pay the rent with my writing?

I stopped at this one:

I think that people who keep notebooks and jot down their thoughts are jerk-offs.