You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.

When there is pleasure, there is often abandon, and mistakes are made.

You might not be able to operate your own Learjet and have an unlimited expense account, but if you have a reasonable expectation for a print-based product, whether it's a newspaper or a magazine, you can certainly exist.

But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.

All we really want is for no one to have a boring life, to be impressive, so we can be impressed. ~ on the friends we choose.