chapter: 44

[narcopacolyptic]

I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly want money. I didn't know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn't have to do anything. The thought of being somewhere didn't only appall me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman

Comments

[justamre]

too long
didnt read
cant read

[narcopacolyptic]

this is good news, seeing as how it only summarizes bukowski completely, you don't really need to

[justamre]

i tell you, he always sounds more and more like me as time progresses

[narcopacolyptic]

those 4 entries you posted in succession aren't bukowski-ish. you're losing your touch