All Cats are Grey in the Dark...

INT. TAVERN ~ DAY


Charlie and Sam sit at the bar, each has a pint. There’s a nice ease between them.

SAM: This writer that I know once told me that life was just a continuing series’ of realizing what an asshole you were five years ago. Like every five years, he’d go, “Man, I was such an asshole five years ago.”

CHARLIE LAUGHS

SAM (CONT)

But, every five years he says it. So if we accept this, that means that everything we think and feel and say now, in five years will just be…embarrassing.

CHARLIE: This conversation..

SAM: Humiliating.

CHARLIE: The worst.

They share a small laugh. Sam stares into his beer. His despair is not lost on Charlie.


Happythankyoumoreplease (2010)




"A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger."

Marla Singer





There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.



Charles Bukowski
The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship