If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.
Only the boring get bored
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
in this room the hours of love still make shadows.
The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight