Sometimes you're doing really well, then, after three or four years, everything inexplicably crashes like a house of cards and you have to rebuild it. It's not like you get to a point where you're all right for the rest of your life.
No one expected me. Everything awaited me.
As far as I'm concerned, being any gender is a drag.
Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.
I'm okay with roaming around the world in my bunk for days on end. Maybe every third day I'll get a shower or stumble out at dawn and realize I'm in a field in Poland. I like that kind of life.