i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. faq.

drink her.

she was the third beer.

i. not the first one,

which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude;

ii. nor the second,

that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first.

iii. but the third,

the one you drink because it’s there,
because it can’t hurt,
and because
what difference does it make?


it sounded old




—now: it seemed to him that  he-was-always-saying-or-thinking   that  he-didn’t-deserve-some-bad-luck-or-some-bad-treatment   from others.

(he’d told Guitar that he didn’t-deserve-his-family’s



or …


selective serotonin