I like Bukowski but I've not read him for a few years.
I remember a little while ago i was sitting in the poetry section of my local Borders (hey I like solitude sometimes

) and all of a sudden there appeared a man and his, hmm I think 11-year old or there abouts, daughter.
From the conversation they were having they were there to pick up a book for a school prize the girl had won. And what did she select?
Come On In! The whole situation was a bit, odd.