Behind the facade of a society that mass-produces happiness, markets hope, and offers love at discount prices in supermarkets, hundreds of thousands are dying from their loneliness and failed plans. These hundreds of thousands are the focus of Bukowski. He knows them, he lives among them, he speaks their language. And he writes in their language. Vulgar. Brutal. Certainly repulsive to many, because behind it lies a rage that only those who are aware of hopeless situations can feel. People who have realized that they have been made outcasts of society.