I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn\'t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn\'t make for an interesting person. I didn\'t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn\'t fit the other. I didn\'t care.
Charles Bukowski, Women.
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