i'm reading this bukowski and decided to put here a fragment.
" why are there so few interesting people? out of the millions, why aren´t there a few? must we continue to live with this drab and ponderous species? (…) problem is, if I want the lights to go on, if i want this computer repaired, if i want to flush the toilet, buy a new tire, get a tooth pulled or my gut cut open, i must continue to interact. i need the fuckers for the minute necessities, even if they, themselves appall me. and appall is a kind…