About all this; I shoved everything Bukowski away for almost 30 years not because of any slobbering lost love thing. Not by any means. I was given a gift when this woman chased me out of his life. All the good things and all the blessings I have received have nothing to do with Hank. Except maybe for his letters, they were something. But after he wrote that book "Women", I don't know, it came out not so long after the last time I spoke with him by telephone. I think it was when I left NY and ended up in Lake Tahoe. (Not actually in the lake, of course.) This story was I think about me, but maybe it was combination character but there wasn't much there that wasn't me. He wrote an awful, untrue thing, and since he was unable to function, you know, THAT way, what he made up was a stabbing big lie, very painful. It is a miracle that I have anything of his. Of course this old wound has healed. And then one day I saw a documentary on TV about him and the end said something like In Memory of Charles Bukowski....I thought God, he died a few years ago and I didn't even know it. Well, I'm glad you guys liked the letter and am happy to have been able to share that with kind friends who appreciate a good thing. God bless you all. I forgot to tell you...when she (LK) fell away from me that afternoon her blouse came off in my hands. I did not notice it until a while afterwards. I just wanted to tell you that because you might have wondered why she was outside yelling at the police in her bra. She went back and I stayed with those really nice people for another week, and he never came over, never called. Why was I suprised? He had someone who really cared for him, and I was like, well, a fan. See y'all later.