soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.

t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

The less I needed, the better I felt.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.