I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

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.

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

If you let them kill you, they will