Dreams can come true there [Los Angeles]in ways impossible anywhere else, and they can get destroyed as well.
James FreyI go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.
James FreyAre we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?
James FreyI turn and I look back across the lake. The mist is gone and the ice diminished, the drip of the icicles quick and heavy. The sun is up and the sky is blue empty blue light blue clear blue. I would drink the sky if I could drink it, drink it and celebrate it and let it fill me and become me. I am getting better. Empty and clear and light and blue. I am getting better.
James Frey