It is true, I thought. I am living a life.

Do you know how much a hundred dollars is?' he asked. I said that I did not and he answered, 'It is a hundred dollars.

I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, when will that man there find himself to be loved?

He is not bad, I don't think. Perhaps he is simply too lazy to be good.

Our blood is the same, we just use it differently.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.