"Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now."
— Charles Bukowski, Interview, London Magazine, December 1974-January 1975
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
And Old Flame Rekindled – or – Is That A Letter Under Your Fingernail Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?
I dreamed of them then and I dream of them now, and a dancing midget.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
My Bionic Mother - or - Knee To Know Basis
I just got a call from my father that my mother has successfully gone through a double knee replacement surgery. She will spend the next weeks recouping and watching her favorite TV show, Northern Exposure. I have seen a lot of people regain tons of mobility after getting this type of procedure done so I am excited at the potential of doing a hike with both my folks next year, if not run a marathon.
Monday, January 17, 2011
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