But Life Is Long. And It Is

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.

Bright Beads Of Red Are Rising Through The Ink, Hearts-blood Bubbles Smearing Out Into The Black Stream

When I Was Nineteen, Pureness Was The Great Issue. Instead Of The World Being Divided Up Into Catholics And Protestants Or Republicans And Democrats Or White Men And Black Men Or Even Men And Women, I Saw The World Divided Into People Who Had Slept With Somebody And People Who Hadn’t, And This Seemed The Only Really Significant Difference Between One Person And Another.

I Think I May Well Be A Jew.

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.