Charles Bukowski spent nearly 60 years as the consummate alcoholic. And the empty bottles and cans of alcohol would endlessly pile up at the Bukowski household.
The garbage man that worked in Bukowski’s neighborhood would marvel at the sheer number of empty bottles and cans that amassed at the garbage can outside of Bukowski’s home. One morning, while he was hauling off Bukowski’s garbage, the garbage man happened to run into Bukowski in front of his home. “Man, you are one powerful drinker!” said the garbage man.
Bukowski said he felt strangely honored by that comment. Ha ha.