I don't know. Sometimes I try to say what's on my mind and it comes out sounding like I ate a dictionary and I'm shitting pages. Sorry

While I fear that we're drawn to what abandons us, and to what seems most likely to abandon us, in the end I believe we're defined by what embraces us.

I began dividing life in absolutes... Things and people were either perfectly bad, or perfectly good, and when life didn't obey this black-and-white rule, when things or people were complex or contradictory, I pretended otherwise. I turned every defeat into a disaster, every success into an epic triumph, and separated all people into heroes or villains. Unable to bear ambiguity, I built a barricade of delusions against it.

Of course many bars in Manhasset, like bars everywhere, were nasty places, full of pickled people marinating in regret.

While I was busy hating Vegas, and hiding from Vegas, a funny thing happened. I grew to love Vegas.

Beer is amazing. Nutritional. Medicinal. A beverage, but also a meal.

A book is the only real escape from this fallen world. Aside from death.