Bukowski

I thought these days, the Bukowski days of stained wineglasses and and cigarette ashes were over. And so they are. But then I find this;

don't feel sorry for me because I am alone

for even at the most terrible moments humor is my companion.

in a Bukowski poem. So my Bukoswki days aren't over.

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