He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.

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

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

We use such big words to move nowhere.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.