Yet the more I imagined this scene, the more I had read between the novels of Bukowski’s lowly dredge through life and Dick’s mind-bending canon of science fiction, I began to see more and more of an affinity between the two. Both were working stiffs with a love of the word—Bukowski famously making his menial work the subject of Post Office and Factotum—yet Dick also made his money getting paid per word to churn out pulp science fiction to feed his habits and his family.
While in Bangkok, writer and performer George F. speculates about the possibility of Charles Bukowski and Philip K. Dick ever having met each other and how they might have acted in his wasted shoes.
