overheard at the track:

“my doctor told me, ‘you might as well live like hell
because you’ve got less than a year to go…’
so, I gave my business to my son, he had just gotten
married, and I went off to Vegas.
well, they split and his wife somehow got most of the
business, his x-wife, I mean, and my son just took off
somewhere and it’s been four years since the doctor
told me I had less than a year to go…
I live in a small room downtown, take the bus to
the track.
I’m 78 and I guess I’ll live to be 83 or 84,
it’s   all a bunch of
crap…”

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1984