I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get. — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get. — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get. — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get. — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get. — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
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I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
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