the problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. at the age of 25 most people were finished. a whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. i had no interests. i had no interest in anything. i had no idea how i was going to escape. at least the others had some taste for life. they seemed to understand something that i didn’t understand. maybe i was lacking. it was possible. i often felt inferior. i just wanted to get away from them. but there was no place to go.   charles bukowski