2 page Autograph Letter, signed, with holograph corrections. 11x8½". Original envelope (incorrectly postmarked July 25, 1975). Signed in blue 'Buk' at close. Ink sketch of little man and bottle.
Bukowski writes Linda Nanz (incorrectly spelled Danz on envelope) of his life struggles: "I worked and didn't work, starved until I was 50. Now I'm having a little luck....But having to scratch put me in some positions that most professional writes, professors, that sort, never get into. All their blather is such high-level blather."; he goes on to offer his view on the 8 hour work day: "The 8 hour day is the greatest killer ever invented. Take an 8 hour day, add transport, getting ready, eating, breakfast, lunch, righting your laundry, paying bills, getting ass or gas, fixing the hair on your head, dentist, income tax, driver's license, fire, accident, rain, snow, insomnia, fleas, friends, broken fingernails, the purchases of various supplies, shitting, pissing, getting sick, time to think and so forth and so forth...The person working an 8 hour day has one hour free time..."; in closing he inquires about her boyfriend, presumably alluding to the beer bottle fight at the St. Marks Poetry Project reading the prior year: "What happened to your college boy? Get rid of that son of a bitch. I mean it. Right now! I won't let you get away with that kind of shit, you know."