Lydia phoned me in the morning. "Whenever you get drunk," she said, "I'm going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right to do that." "You're a whore." "Yeah well if there's anything worse than a whore, it's a bore." "If there's anything worse than a bore, it's a boring whore."

I love Bukowski.

This note was recorded by rommy from page 44 of Women.