The problem was you had to keep choosing between between one evil and another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamn nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.
I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape.
Ham on Rye // Charles Bukowski
Isn’t he just fantastic in his own tortured way? haha
I think he’s absolutely amazing albeit totally unhinged 🙂 One of my favourites for sure.
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I was introduced to Bukowski in 1974 by my creative writing professor, Don Chotro. I haven’t been the same since.