I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
People do too much. They say too much.
eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.
when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.