More Bukowski

“When I thought of another child and another marriage I really began to feel bad. I had resigned myself to dying alone in a small room”

“nerves. Nobody has soul enough to overcome nerves. But I couldn’t tell her that. She wanted her baby. What the fuck.”

“It’s probably some deeply-rooted childhood fuckup that makes me vulnerable, I thought. Then I left my place and got into my volks.”

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