“…I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” – Doctor Bukowski
It’s gloomy, it’s cold, it’s rainy, it’s dirty, it’s muddy, it’s sleazy, it’s a perfect day.
It’s a Bukowski type of day. You wake up, look at the pathetic drive way, scratch yer balls and wonder what bullsh*t might pop up before noon.
You know, as alone as I am, I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a thousand hotel rooms. I think I felt like picking up the T.V. and throwing it out the window, but I like T.V. I think I’ve been depressed so I started running. I don’t know. I’ve felt awful, but I never felt alone. I always like the moment when the kids are at school and I have the house all to myself. Sometimes I even hide when I hear a car come into the drive-way. hahaha creepy.
I believe that I think maybe that one certain other person or any number of people could enter my world and try to remedy what is bothering me, exorcise the devil out of my psyche. However, I like my alone-ness so much that the devil probably just says: “This guy sucks, I’m going across the street to get sh*t faced on cheap Vino.”
I always was just a quiet child, (heehee sounds like Jeffrey Dahmer, “He was such a quiet little boy”) kinda see myself as Damian on the OMEN looking at adults all weird. Continue reading Bukowski/ Ibsen Type of Day/ We Like Being Alone.