Short story, The Exile

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Looking back on older stuff I wrote between beers on lonely spring evenings. I wish I could write something with meaningfulness right now.

And I wanted to be a writer. Almost everybody was a writer. Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer. Of those fifty guys in the room, probably fifteen of them thought they were writers. Almost everybody used words and could write them down, i.e., almost everybody could be a writer. But most men, fortunately, aren???t writers, or even cab drivers, and some men ??? many men ??? unfortunately aren???t anything.

- Charles Bukowski, Factotum

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