each man's hell is in a different place:
mine is just up and behind my ruined face
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“See people say the greatest generation has come and gone but they’re wrong, they haven’t seen what we’re capable of yet.”
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 something didn’t only appall me, it sickened me … To do things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother’s Day … was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.
—Ham on Rye, 1982
Charles Bukowski
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