Kevin Drew: Someone goes on a trip, they want to show me photos, I'm in.
Charles Bukowski: It’s very hard to see them all at once.
Drew: Like they’re going to take you away from you.
Bukowski: I was thinking of horses when I said that, but I guess it applies everywhere. You’d never eat popcorn sitting at home.
Drew: Just be careful, man.
Bukowski: The next line.
Drew: Come on. Keep going.
Bukowski: I get some strange letters.
Drew: Oh Christ yes. You just don’t have time.
Bukowski: You try to find another word. And suddenly somebody would make a statement, a sentence.
Drew: I get addicted to repetition.
Bukowski: Puts dance in the bones.
Drew: Soon there’s going to be therapists.
Bukowski: An innocent madness just flaring out.
Drew: You know, the idea to observe a woman eating an apple in a park is a thing of the past, you know, to—it's almost as if museums are held in your hand now. Apparently I’m number one on the stolen charts.
Bukowski: I better watch my drinking.
Drew: The gods are good to me.
Bukowski: Well, maybe.