As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
I did not know I was in my prime until afterwards.
The psychiatrist's office: the only place I can be sure my story will be treated as sad, but interesting.
The young have stolen our youthfulness, and flaunt it without shame.
Too timid to talk back, I shot my adversary.
The popping of bubblegum discourages the most determined lecher.