Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.


Breakfast of champions: or, Goodbye blue Monday! (ed. Dell, 1973)


Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.