I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didnt have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didnt make for an interesting person. I didnt want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didnt fit the other. I didnt care. ― Charles Bukowski
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 18:16:57 +0000
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