“It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.”

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? ”

“I was their bar freak, they needed meto make themselves feelbetter.just like, at times, I needed thatgraveyard.”

“We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.”

“Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.”

“And it seems people should not build houses anymoreit seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floorsunder electric lightswithout shades;it seems there is a lot to forgetand a lot not to doand in drugstores, markets, bars,the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at nightand look through this house and the house does not want to be built”

“In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.”