One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and this one’s tits are too small, and this one is mad and that one is crazy and that ones is a religionist and that one reads teal leaves and this one can’t control her farts, and that one has this big nose, and that one has boney legs…

But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress…a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.

-Henry Chinaski aka Charles Bukowski