the hardest
birthday for me was my 30th.
I didn’t want anybody to know.
I’d been sitting at the same bar
night and day
and I thought, how long am I going
to be
able to keep up this
bluff?
when am I going to give it up and
start acting like everybody else?
I ordered another drink and
thought about it
and then the answer came to
me:
when you’re dead, baby, when
you’re dead like the rest of
them.
-Charles Bukowski
