Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

Where I'm Is One Of Those Stair Climbing Machines The Agent Has Installed. You Climb And Climb Forever And Never Get Off The Ground. You're Trapped In Your Hotel Room. It's The Mystical Sweat Love Lodge Experience Of Our Time, The Only Sort Of Indian Vision Quest We Can Schedule Into Our Daily Planner.our Stair Master To Heaven.

For Sure, Even The Worst Blow Job Is Better Than, Say, Sniffing The Best Rose ... Watching The Greatest Sunset. Hearing Children Laugh.

Pretty Much Always. We Need To Tell The Story Of Our Life To Someone.

All Human Beings Search For Either Reasons To Be Good, Or Excuses To Be Bad.

We Kind Of Deny The Stages Of Life.