My first brush with Bukowski was with "The Most Beautiful Woman..." while I was travelling in Central America. I found an old, torn paperback in a friend's closet and began flipping through the pages while lying on the floor of a dusty Spanish villa -- Bukowski in one hand, a cheap Costa Rican beer in the other. This is how Bukowski ought to be read: drunk and free. His stories are fast, gripping, and soaked with his brilliantly strange commentary. I have since gone on to consume more of Bukowski's tales and love the guy more and more with each page I turn. One of three principle elements can be found in all of Bukowski's works -- alcohol, sex, and/or debauchery -- but what truly fascinates me is how he breathes new life into each and every one of his stories. Despite Bukowski's obsession with the aforementioned elements, all of his works are truly unique and surely will make you laugh, cry or scream. Read Bukowski. Live Bukowski.