I Am At My Worst Trying To

I Am At My Worst Trying To Write About Things That Overlap With My Life.

At Night, The House Thick With Sleep, She Would Peer Out Her Bedroom Window At The Trees And Sky And Feel The Presence Of A Mystery. Some Possibility That Included Her--separate From Her Present Life And Without Its Limitations. A Secret. Riding In The Car With Her Father, She Would Look Out At Other Cars Full Of People She'd Never Seen, Any One Of Whom She Might Someday Meet And Love, And Would Feel The World Holding Her Making Its Secret Plans.

I’m Like America ” He Said. Stephanie Swung Around To Look At Him Unnerved. “what Are You Talking About ” She Said. “are You Off Your Meds ” “our Hands Are Dirty ” Jules Said.

It's Turning Out To Be A Bad Day, A Day When The Sun Feels Like Teeth.

He Remembered His Mentor, Lou Kline, Telling Him In The Nineties That Rock And Roll Had Peaked At Monterey Pop. They'd Been In Lou's House In La With Its Waterfalls, The Pretty Girls Lou Always Had, His Car Collection Out Front, And Bennie Had Looked Into His Idol's Famous Face And Thought, You're Finished. Nostalgia Was The End - Everyone Knew That.