I Hate That Word Dysfunction.

The Problem Was Money And The Indignities Of Life Without It. Every Stroller, Cell Phone, Yankees Cap, And Suv He Saw Was A Torment. He Wasn't Covetous, He Wasn't Envious. But Without Money He Was Hardly A Man.

He Couldn't Figure Out If She Was Immensely Well Adjusted Or Seriously Messed Up.

Nothing Got Inside The Head Without Becoming Pictures.

He Wanted This Someone To See How Much He Hurt.

The Reader Is A Friend, Not An Adversary, Not A Spectator.