Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

Success is always dangerous. It can make an asshole out of anybody.