"When I came at the world, I brought everything I had. It wasn't much, not by the standards of Fitzgerald or Bukowski. It was a pack of cigarettes, a lighter my father gave me and a loneliness nobody could put into words. How's that for apathy?" asked the man.
"Your name is in everyone's prayers," answered the kid.
The man nodded while the kid threw stones off the nearest cliff.
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Bukowski:
I touched her nipple. It was good. Like fine scotch.
Bukowski sure knew his way around women...(I'm assuming) Grant.
Or Jason. Or James. Or Rex.
A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything.
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Is this a piece that belongs to something? Or does it stand by itself? I love the tone of it and would love to see where it goes...
Well done, sir.
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