I Can Almost Understand Why People Leap

I Was Young I Was So Young It Hurt Like A Knife Inside Because There Was No Alternative Except To Hide As Long As Possible--- Not In Self-pity But With Dismay At My Limited Chance: Trying To Connect.

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.

There Was Something About That City, Though It Didn't Let Me Feel Guilty That I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed. It Let Me Alone.

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.