Stopped on the way home Tuesday night at a beer warehouse. Not crowded, which is unsurprising for a warehouse place in a tiny, rush-hour strip that has a Subway and Advance Autoparts. Took my purchase to checkout and noticed the clerk had two books, splayed spine side up and resting on top of each other at the checkout counter. "Farenheit 451" by Bradbury and something by Charles Bukowski.
I raised my eyebrows and he laughed, saying sometimes he needed to get out of the darkness of Bukowski and into the ... more easiness (paraphrasing) of Bradbury (?) Also, guess it's boring waiting for customers.
Both books, by the way, looked pretty dog-eared. I've read lots of Bradbury, no Bukowski. My Bradburys are pretty dog-eared, too.
Not even going to attach a pic of Farenheit 451 ... because this guy's copy was clearly vintage. Wish I had asked if OK to take a photo, but I was tired and in a hurry (though I couldn't help but notice his reading material!)
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