It’s killing us
This was printed on the back of a menu at a restaurant that I went to last week.
“After dinner or lunch or whatever it was — with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what — I said, ‘Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look. Let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s go to the zoo. Let’s look at animals. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races. The art museum. The boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.'”
-Charles Bukowski, Post Office