It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest — Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest — Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest — Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest — Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest — Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
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It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest menI've ever met."poor Al.that made him feelworse than ever.

— Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
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