Charles Bukowski. Bread with ham (№ 312144)

My personal Affairs were all as bad and hopeless as before.
You could say they were from a birthday party. With only one difference - now I can from time to time to drink, although not as much as I would like.
The booze helped me at least to get rid of the feeling of eternal loss and absolute uselessness.
Everything I touched seemed to me vulgar and empty.