The Winter Nights
April 26, 2012
“There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I’d become a monk. I’d pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.”
Charles Bukowski -
Ham on Rye
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