my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.
Charles Bukowskithe writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
Charles BukowskiThe whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man, or you're out, you're dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. It's no wonder they keep getting busted.
Charles BukowskiI had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didnโt understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldnโt let me.
Charles Bukowski