Trashman – NSFW

by bookindian

A visit to the underground world of comics and the P.O. . . .

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This copy of Trashman is yellowed and brittle as can be seen in the following photo – bought this at a “head shop” on Anaheim Street in Long Beach, California many moons ago (1970’s) . . . I was living on Redondo Street, 1/2 a block south of Pacific Coast Highway.

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. . . in the midst of the turmoil beauty is rampant . . . if you like leather . . . strippers and . . .
I was working as a clerk at the U.S. Post Office – had to do something to support my comik book habit . . .

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After passing my scheme quals, I began working the swing shift – 1500 to 2330, six days a week – saw a lot of porn from Sweden in addition to several overly friendly female P.O. clerks . . . the “swing” or lunch room was a place of fleshy, short skirt delights and shared Twinkies . . .

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Charles Bukowski worked at the P.O. in Los Angeles and wrote a book (Post Office) about his experiences as a clerk and a substitute letter carrier – was a little less than what was going on in the mail processing center in the Long Beach area. Most of Bukowski’s illicit activities were outside of the Post Office – bars, hotels, not necessarily related to the actual Post Office itself.

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. . . didn’t have to be in the rock and roll game to have SEX and drugs – could do a joint at lunch and get “tossed off” (in the words of a female acquaintance), all in the parking lot – then go back inside the facility, case up some mail and finish your shift!

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I attended the San Francisco Art Institute (days of wine and women) for a short time before moving to the underground Post Office scene in Long Beach – didn’t need the Filmore or the Haight in S.F anymore.

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. . . Cynthia pondering the night from her apartment balcony . . .

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