An interview with Charles Bukowski

I wandered into the bar, wanting only two things. A drink, another drink, and hell, maybe two more things, a conversation with Charles Bukowski and another drink.
Archetype -  "are you Charles Bukowski?"
    He slowly swerved his head towards me, grinning as he slowly let the bourbon go down.
Bukowski-  "Oh, yeah, I've heard of the name, he comes around here from time to time"
Archetype- "I admire your work."
Bukowski-  "Work? and what work is that? Work is for people who don't have anything better to do with their time."
Archetype - "Your stories, your poems, your writing. Your work...."
Bukowski -   "Hey, man, that's not work, That's like saying getting drunk and fucking a
    beautiful woman is work, or just sitting back drinking for hours and gazing at a pair
    of beautiful legs is work."
Archetype -  "So writing isn't work?"
Bukowski - "No, that's just another reward for living life."
Archetype - " Let me pour you a drink. I only got the cheap TAAKA vodka."
Bukowski -"beautiful.....she's my favorite platinum blonde...
Archetype - "I always thought you to be more of the bourbon or whisky type."
Bukowski -  I'm the drinking type..Bourbon, vodka, gin,....Its like comparing a blonde
with a ginger and a suntanned brunette. They're all beautiful and are going to take you
to where you're wanting to go, and in the end, they're all going to kill you.........