EVERYONE’S FAVORITE DIRTY OLD MAN COMES HOME TO HUSTLER. IN THE ’70S AND ’80S WE WERE PRIVILEGED TO PRINT SEVEN WONDERFUL BUKOWSKI STORIES. NOW, FROM THE BELL TOLLS FOR NO ONE, A BRAND-NEW COLLECTION OF SHORT-SHORTS, COMES THIS PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED GRITTY THRILLER—SO POWERFUL IT WILL LEAVE YOU GASPING FOR AIR. GRAB A DRINK. YOU’LL NEED IT.
Eddie and Vince, they sat in two seats at the back of the airliner. They were in their early forties. They were dressed in cheap suits, no neckties, wash-and-wear shirts, unshined shoes.
“That stewardess, Vince, the short one with the great legs, I’d like to have that one. Just look at her ass!”
“Naw,” said Vince, “I like the tall one. I like her nose and her lips, her stringy uncombed hair. She reminds me of a drunken slut who doesn’t know where she’s at.”
“She doesn’t have any breasts, man.”
“I don’t care.”