Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me.
 Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.

I want to remember what bullshit looks like when weapons of mass destruction are diagrammed out and whacko "intelligence" is delivered in an ominous way to strike fear into people and especially to pull on the idealism and zeal of the young.

But if there was embellishment, it only had to do with the facts.

I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that.

Hunger steals the memory

What men call adventures usually consist of the stoical endurance of appalling daily misery.