She Feels And She Cries. It Is

I Sleep During The Day. I Still Dream About Drinking And Drugs. Sometimes I Wake To A Hang-over, Sometimes I Wake To A Trickle Of Blood From My Nose, Sometimes I Wake Scared And Shaking. I Read, Go To Museums And Visit Lilly In The Afternoon. Sometimes I Read To Her, Sometimes I Talk To Her, Sometimes I Just Sit And Remember The Times, Remember The Times, Remember The Times." (james Frey, Pg.119)

In My Mind My Obituary Is Done.it Is Done And It Is Right. It Tells The Truth And As Awful As It Can Be, The Truth Is What Matters. It Is What I Should Be Remembered By, If I'm Remembered At All. Remember The Truth. That Is All That Matters

You Only Live Once, Buy Picassos Whenever Possible.

But All Good Things Come To An End, Often A Sad Angry Miserable End. The Cause For Such An End Can Usually Be Whittled Down To One Of Three Things: Money, Sickness, Love Lost.

More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Be Close To Someone. More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Feel As If I Wasn't Alone.