I thought I'd come and ramble, in a fit. Too much drink and I'm dying. Hungover and lifeless, wondering how so many of the greats managed to manage this shit. Chandler had his runabouts, and we all know how Bukowski swam in it, but I'm wondering how these stalwarts managed to work despite the haze and nausea and all the flooding shit. How can
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