If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.
If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.
too often, the only escape is sleep
I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.
Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.
We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti