It is rather perfect reading a brand new book that you purchased at Hastings and going to Starbucks to sit and lounge with your best friend.
My lovely boyfriend mentioned to me last night about the thought of living long. Who wants to live forever and cautiously? So why not live with no worries while you’re young? Go drink. Go have sex. Smoke cigarettes. Go for it. Why not? To live long is not a blessing; but merely a curse. Bukowski says, “Find what you love and let it kill you.” That may be smoking, drinking, someone you love dearly. Whichever is correct, let it kill you. As long as you are living happily, then you’re living right.
We all my act differently and have different likes and dislikes but in the end, we are all the more similar.