True, I’ve been that neighbor down the hall, a dive apartment, the scent of frying onions seeping under the door. You’ve been there too, I think. Maybe you have. If you haven’t, that’s your loss.
There’s a Bukowski story called “The Devil Was Hot.” A man finds the devil trapped in a cage in a carnival. He gets the devil out, takes him home. Bukowski writes:
- I fried him a bacon and egg sandwich for starters and we sat down with Flo.
- “Your friend is a handsome looking devil,” she told me.