I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.

So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.

it does seem
the more we drink
the better the words
go.

Drunkenness is temporary suicide: the happiness that it brings is merely negative, a momentary cessation of unhappiness

There are some days I'm looking at a kid eating a bag of chips, drinking a Mountain Dew at 7 o'clock in the morning.