This has to be some of Bukowski's best writing. It is pretty much about his childhood, from his first memories to school life and then finally the start of his career as a bum/writer. As he writes about each stage of his life the writing style changes slightly, it gets more grown up as he himself gets more grown up.

As you would expect from his books the writing is coarse, it is vulgar and extremely honest, most people would be embarrassed to tell some of the details he shares with you. He captures the thoughts of a teenage boy perfectly, horny, insecure and obsessed with the female body.

If you wanna know just why Bukowski was like he was then this will inform you as well as any of the biographies written about him. Another Bukowski book I love and can't find a fault with.