Every picture tells a story, don't it?

to awaken in a cheap room

in a strange city and

pull up the shade- -

this was the craziest kind of

contentment

 

and walk across the floor

to an old dresser with a

cracked mirror- -

see myself, ugly

grinning at it all.

 

what matters most is

how well you

walk through the

fire.

 

Charles Bukowski

Done