"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Target.
Checking out at target and the cashier asks me... "Are these yours?" and i said... "Well i dont think that they are these fellas." referencing the two ninety year old men behind me.
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