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i won't be attending the Operation In Their Boots premiere tomorrow night.
and i truly hope everyone who was planning on seeing it, see's it.
we did some great work.
i'll spare you the intimate details of this malady, because well, they're just plain ridiculous.
the Doc's over @ the Long Beach VA suggested i stay put.
least for two weeks. then the pack goes back on.
crooked smile n' all.
figure sometimes you're swimming, pushing along and up comes a big ole' white shark.
and she takes a bite.
no real rhyme or reason, but she takes a bite.
how is your heart?
by charles bukowski
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occurring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment
and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
