i'm looking for the poem (s. story?) where Bukowski states something along the lines of "that there's always an out, makes it easier to stay in." (about life/suicide)
"...I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide. I mean, I won't linger on it all. But it will flash on me: SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the darkness. That there is an out helps you stay in. Get it?..."
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