Got a new phone today, took only one photo as a test while I was packing for a trip to LA. I guess I can be happy I took one and didn’t totally fail, but it’s close to failing.


Quoteable disaster

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 occuring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong with the girls.