The King Eddy Saloon is where Charles Bukowski-and John Fante before him-got liquored-up, absorbing the color and tales of the down and out. It remains a clean, well lighted place and there are no fights here. Rather, drama is contained to the pavement outside, where this morning a dead women was pulled out from under a black Cadillac after being dragged a half mile or so down Skid Row.