washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will see the doctor, Monday. "yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head- aches and my back hurts." "are you drinking?" he will ask. "are you getting your exercise, your vitamins?" I think that I am just ill with life, the same stale yet fluctuating factors. even at the track I watch the horses run by and it seems meaningless. I leave early after buying tickets on the remaining races. "taking off?" asks the motel clerk. "yes, it's boring," I tell him. "If you think it's boring out there," he tells me, "you oughta be back here." so here I am propped up against my pillows again just an old guy just an old writer with a yellow notebook. something is walking across the floor toward me. oh, it's just my cat this time.-Charles Bukowski
Stupid rich people I can take advantage of, stupid, drunk, hot girls I can take advantage of, stupid, pretentious assholes with good contacts I can take advantage of, and any one looking for a killer for hire. Ask me about my discount rates! :)
Television is of da debil. But if you must watch it, at least watch something inspiring, educational, or original. The Office, The Daily Show, Dinner for Five, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Def Poetry, Kalifornication, Entourage, Mad Men, Pushing Daisies, and pretty much anything on Adult Swim are some of my favorites. I do have my guilty pleasures though, like Viva La Bam and Jackass. Idiocy can be an artform.
Ruphas the Terrible
Favorite Killing Spot:
The Study
Biggest Enemy:
Fat Tony
Favorite Weapon:
Rusty Fork
Eyes Gouged:
Fifteen
People Iced:
Twenty One
Arms Broken:
Ten
Car Bombs Planted:
Thirty Seven
Tounges Cut Off:
Sixteen