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here I sit again as the radio announcer says, "for the next 3 hours we will be listening to a selection of?" it's now eleven p.m. I've listened to this man's voice for many many years. he must be getting quite old. his station plays the best classical music. I don't recall how many women I have lived with while listening to that announcer, or how many cars I've owned or how many places I've lived in. now each time I hear his voice I think, well, he's still alive, he sounds good but the poor fellow must be getting very old. some day he'll have his funeral, a little trail of cars following the hearse. and then there'll be a new voice to listen to. he must be very old now, that fellow, and every time I hear his voice again I pour a tall one to salute him happy that he's made it for one more night along with me.
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here I sit again as the radio announcer says, "for the next 3 hours we will be listening to a selection of?" it's now eleven p.m. I've listened to this man's voice for many many years. he must be getting quite old. his station plays the best classical music. I don't recall how many women I have lived with while listening to that announcer, or how many cars I've owned or how many places I've lived in. now each time I hear his voice I think, well, he's still alive, he sounds good but the poor fellow must be getting very old. some day he'll have his funeral, a little trail of cars following the hearse. and then there'll be a new voice to listen to. he must be very old now, that fellow, and every time I hear his voice again I pour a tall one to salute him happy that he's made it for one more night along with me.
Charles Bukowski
1920 - 1994/Male/American