"Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism
of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of
your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the
feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to
return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing
yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or
fifteen thousand lives now."
of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of
your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the
feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to
return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing
yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or
fifteen thousand lives now."
Ch.Bukowski
Last confessions 
Doamne cat adevar… problema e ca nu mereu invii in ceva mai bun.
da….dar e bine de stiut ca invii:))