Ham on Rye
Ratings100
Average rating3.9
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.”
Vulgarity, pessimism, realism, indifference, and unjustified suffering, greatness and/or simple lives are not guaranteed for every person; life is not fair, and your born into circumstances cannot always be escaped. But that doesn't mean you should just give up. Charles Bukowski would probably tell you to start drinking yourself blacked out drunk, gamble, and to go have plenty of sex. Do whatever the hell you like, and don't be so scared or shy away of it. Be honest to yourself through the regret, the shame, the pain, and the mes; no love without heartache, no meaning without sacrifice, no guts, no glory. You can spend 50 years with no purpose before it finally clicks through the raw pain, but you'll never find it by doing nothing. You need to do something even if it will hurt and cut deeply. “Don't try.” But when whatever urge flowing through you just bursts out on its own without you willing it into existence, then perhaps “If you're going to try, go all the way.” The important things in life should not feel like a choice to you. And other times, maybe the best thing for you in the moment is to get whooped by a young Mexican boy in an arcade game.
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.”
Vulgarity, pessimism, realism, indifference, and unjustified suffering, greatness and/or simple lives are not guaranteed for every person; life is not fair, and your born into circumstances cannot always be escaped. But that doesn't mean you should just give up. Charles Bukowski would probably tell you to start drinking yourself blacked out drunk, gamble, and to go have plenty of sex. Do whatever the hell you like, and don't be so scared or shy away of it. Be honest to yourself through the regret, the shame, the pain, and the mes; no love without heartache, no meaning without sacrifice, no guts, no glory. You can spend 50 years with no purpose before it finally clicks through the raw pain, but you'll never find it by doing nothing. You need to do something even if it will hurt and cut deeply. “Don't try.” But when whatever urge flowing through you just bursts out on its own without you willing it into existence, then perhaps “If you're going to try, go all the way.” The important things in life should not feel like a choice to you. And other times, maybe the best thing for you in the moment is to get whooped by a young Mexican boy in an arcade game.
