CHARLES BUKOWSKI from “Portion of a Wine-Stained Notebook”
There are many out there who have never been on a 7:30 am freeway or punched a timeclock or even had a job and don’t intend to, can’t, won’t, will die first rather than live the common way. In a sense, each of them is a genius in his or her way, fighting against the obvious, swimming upstream, going mad, getting on pot, wine, whiskey, art, suicide, anything but the common equation.
It will be some time before they even us out and make us say quits.
When you see that city hall downtown and all those proper precious people, don’t get melancholy. There is a whole tide, a whole race of made people, starving, drunk, goofy, and miraculous. I have seen many of them. I’m one of them. There will be more. This city has not yet been taken. Death before death is sickening. The strange ones will hold, the war will continue. Thank you.
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