It was 12.45 am and she had to catch her cab else she would miss it. So we wore our clothes properly and rushed to the floor. She first went to the wa...hroom to clean herself up properly and came back and rushed to catch her cab but by then it was already gone.She came back to the floor as the next cab would be after an hour and I spotted her and asked her, “what happened? Did you miss your cab? She said, “yes”! So I offered her to drop at her home. She was a little upset because she missed her. I'm also kinda soiled at the back, if you know what I mean. My body stinks of B.O. and fish and faeces. My arm pits are smelly. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks I'm a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much of a dweeb and a loser I am, and when they see me in the hall they chant. Bill smiled. A bit more practice and he could see some real improvements happening.The next day, over breakfast, Bill again put Maria into a trance. ?You think that we ought to have a live in maid,? he told her. ?It will be your idea and it will be the most important thing in your head until it is arranged. You will want me to fix it up for you as soon as possible. You will accept my choice of maid. Okay, Bootsie, you can wake up now.?Within half an hour, Maria had started nagging Bill to. I immediately identified her as a bona fide character that one found in the City a lot in those days. As she approached, he rose to meet her, a gentleman’s gesture, and it was apparent they were each one half of an ancient union, with the easy familiarity that decades of living together instills. My book of Bukowski rants was reduced to being a simple prop, behind which I hid as I observed this slice of marital life unfold before me. She started talking before she was even seated, with a.