Voice Comes To You Through A Spell,

Time Is What Makes Good Stories. Much Has Been Cooking For A Long Time, And At Last Finds An Out In Narration One Day. That's A Supreme Joy. And Why The Characters Keep Showing Up.

There Was No One, When I Was In School, Who Talked About Going In And Blowing Up Students. The Teachers Were Very Stern And Hateable, But Nobody Ever Mentioned Murder.

The First Two Drinks Were Always Wonderfully Liberating. You Think Better. You're Braver, And You'll Say Anything. If You Could Just Hang In There With Two Or Three, It'd Be Beautiful. The Trouble Was I Couldn't.

Randomness I Love. And I Still Love Just A Holler Right In The Middle Of An Ongoing Narrative. Pain Or Joy, Ecstasy.

Children Will Listen To Anything Elders Say To Survive, And If You Grew Up Without An Elder Telling You There Was A God, What Did Your Parents Say To You?