I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.
Charles BukowskiI went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all rightโฆ. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.
Charles BukowskiI was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.
Charles BukowskiI wasnโt lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could ๏ฌnd no meaning.
Charles Bukowski