Alina

“then I saw a church. I didn't particularly like churches, especially when they were filled with people. but I didn't figure it out to be that way at 9 p.m. I walked up the steps.
hey hey, woman, come see what's left of your man.
I could sit there a while and breath in the stink, maybe make something out of God, maybe give him a chance. I pulled at the door.
the motherfucker was locked.”
― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man