Another show, the penultimate of Season 1. Thank you everyone. I'm going to try to utilize this space more. And write my thoughts less.
'The dolphin, probably it swam about and did this, I think.’
He'd admit it's like a dark vestige of his old low-self-esteem suicidal-thrill behaviors. He doesn't have a license, it's not his car, it's a priceless art-object car, it's his boss's car, who he owes his life to and sort of maybe loves, he's on a vegetable-run for shattered husks of newcomers just out of detox whose eyes are rolling around in their heads.
He couldn't for the goddamn life of him understand how this thing worked, this thing that was working. It drove him bats.
And his dreams late that night, after the Braintree/Bob Death Commitment, seem to set him under a sort of sea, at terrific depths, the water all around him silent and dim and the same temperature he is.
Bukowski poem(s) poetryverse.com/charles-bukowski-poems/all-the-love-had-which-was-not-enough