Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

I missed jazz, kind of. And by the time I came to it in life, it was too intimidating to enjoy thoroughly.

People write because it seems like it'll be an easier job than carpet laying, that they might meet more girls. And they write because the world strikes them as being a marvelous place, and they want to keep bringing that to everybody's attention. You know ~ a scary place, a menacing place, an exciting place because it's scary and menacing. But mainly, kind of glorious.

I might have made a tactical error not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that didn't pay off.

Speaking as one who has abused privilege a long time, I tell you, it's great to be alive.

don't let us get sick, don't let us get old, don't let us get stupid, alright? just make us be brave, and make us play nice, and let us be together tonight.

Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.