Be Patient And Wait. Your Mud Will

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

In Lilly's Eyes Her Beautiful Clear Water Eyes There Is What I Have Sought And Never Found, Wanted And Never Had, Hoped For And Never Discovered. Love.

I Think Of How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

Faith Is The Fool's Excuse.

L.a Is A Huge Place, Literally And Metaphorically. Its Beauty And Horror. Its Unconventional History. Its Draw And Allure. Its Diversity And Segregation.