It's Bukowski Time Again

Regular readers will be gagging for more Chuck Bukowski. Here's one called what seems to be the trouble, gentlemen? the service was bad and the bellboy kept bringing in towels at the wrong moment drunk, I finally clubbed him along the side of the head. he was a little man and he fell like an October leaf. quite done, and when the fuzz came up I had the sofa in front of the door, and the chain on, the 2nd movement of Brahms' First Symphony and had my hand halfway up the ass of a broad old enough to be my grandmother and they broke the god damned door, pushed the sofa aside; I slapped the screaming chippy and turned and asked, what seems to be the trouble, gentlemen? and some young kid who had never shaved brought his stick down against my head and in the morning I was in the prison ward chained to my bed and it was hot, the sweat coming down through the white senseless sheet, and they asked all sorts of silly questions and I knew I'd be late for work which worried me immensely