I punched on the radio, punched
in the lighter.
the lighter jumped out and I put it
to my cigarette.
there was a red light ahead.
I stopped.
there were 4 cars ahead of me
and a couple
behind.
and thankfully none of them knew a damned
thing about what had happened to
me and they never
would.
Charles Bukowski
Source: Sifting Through The Madness For The Word, The Line, The Way
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