It’s not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. Death he’s ready for, or murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood… No, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies that send a man to the madhouse… Not the death of his love but a shoelace that snaps with no time left.How true, dear God, how true.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Charles Bukowski reads "The Shoelace"
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