Bukowski was forever calling me Thomas. I'd say, "Listen, Chuck, my name's Il Vermicello, alright? It's not Thomas. Please stop calling me Thomas" and he'd say, "Yeah, yeah, babushka. Don't get your panties in a knot" but, of course, he'd keep on calling me Thomas. He was such a mean, drunken, old fuck...a real curmudgeon. I'm glad he's dead.
