And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.