i was in a writing class taught by charles bukowski last night\ oh yeah and wanted fried food right?\ was it a good class?\ it was pretty good. i gave him some poems and he handed them back with all these comments like "foolish" and stuff. anyway, all these corrections, but then he gave it an A anyway.\ \ later he came up the aisle (there were two rows of desks, spaced apart like booths in a cafe) asking for people to hand in their stuff, and when i hesitated he hit me really hard on the shoulder\ i said "i already gave it to you" and he chuckled and said oh yeah, and gave me this smile that kind of looked like "you're a flake but you're cool." i felt pretty good.