The trouble with a mask is it never changes

I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.

I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.