If I Kept Saying It; If I

I Think We Rarely Recognize The Fifth Business In Our Lives At The Time Those People Are Changing Us.

I Work Until Beer O'clock.

Pride Was The Belt You Used To Hold Your Pants Up When You Had No Pants.

I Can Remember As A College Student Writing Stories And Novels, Some Of Which Ended Up Getting Published And Some That Didn't. It Was Like My Head Was Going To Burst - There Were So Many Things I Wanted To Write All At Once. I Had So Many Ideas, Jammed Up. It Was Like They Just Needed Permission To Come Out.

But Now The Joy Is Gone And The Sadness Is Back, The Sadness Feels Like Something Deserved, The Price Of Some Not-quite-forgotten Betrayal.