I Stare At Her For A Long

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?

How Is It That Everyone On This Train Has So Much Alcohol?" "we Always Head To Canada At The Beginning Of The Season," She Says Taking Her Seat Again. "their Laws Are Much More Civilized. Cheers.

Don't Want To Get Tipsy And Break A Hip.

I Strain To Hear, But My Old Ears, For All Their Obscene Hugeness, Pick Up Nothing But Snippets.

I Have To Convince Myself That This Is Not A Pointless Life, Even The Body Is Telling Me So.