Charles - Bukowski A Veces Estoy Tan Solo Que Tiene Sentido Pdf I

Don’t save me. I’m finally home.

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“See?” he mumbled to the empty room. “Even the pests give up.” Don’t save me

He stared at the last line. It was a lie. He couldn’t remember a good day. There were days that were less bad. Days where the landlord forgot to knock. Days where the corner store gave him credit. But a good day? That was a myth for people who believed in God or mutual funds. “Even the pests give up

I am so alone that the walls have started to listen. They don’t answer, but they don’t leave either. That’s more than most people. There were days that were less bad

The whiskey was gone. The gin was gone. There was half a bottle of cooking sherry under the sink, the kind with the pink label and a price tag that still had a cent sign. He considered it. Then he considered the window. Fourth floor. The alley below was a black trench full of broken glass and the silence of things that had been thrown away.