I didn't go to bars much. One drunken asshole was all I could handle and that was me. I wrote. I don't remember a lot of it.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.