It had occurred to me that if I were to take a picture of his grave without me in it, I would be like every other Bukowski fan that made the pilgrimage to see his final resting place.
Well what the hell was I going to do? So I decided that I may as well just lay down next to the guy and have someone snap the shot.
I'm not sure if that's considered to be in poor taste or not, but the elderly couple down the way were certainly looking suspiciously in my direction.
Glad I got to find him. It took some multimedia networking work and some CSI style detective work to find the marker, but we eventually did... and took like 50 pictures.
1 comment:
dude, that's fucking awesome. Not so much that it's Bukowski, but that you took that pic.
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