If someone asks me how I am insincerely I simply inform them that
Today, like every day, is one more step in our inexolerable, unavoidable march towards death, that life is pain, and the only respite I have ever found is the black oblivion of alcoholic intoxication.

I pause slightly, and they usually get down to business pretty quickly at the that opportunity.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 13 Apr 2010, 10:28, Reply)