I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.
Charles BukowskiIt was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?
Charles Bukowski