Lights are glowing in the palm trees.

Mirror that lies, mirror that lies, that can't be me in the gorilla disguise.

I still consider it a summer job, though. So, I try to maintain that summer job as long as I can. But it's exciting to be able to have the opportunity to do things I always dreamed of as a kid.

Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.