When I'm With You, I Don't Breathe

I Like People And I Like Them To Like Me, But I Wear My Heart Where God Put It, On The Inside.

Thirty--the Promise Of A Decade Of Loneliness, A Thinning List Of Single Men To Know, A Thinning Brief-case Of Enthusiasm, Thinning Hair.

The World, As A Rule, Does Not Live On Beaches And In Country Clubs.

One Of Those Men Who Reach Such An Acute Limited Excellence At Twenty−one That Everything Afterward Savors Of Anti−climax.

I'm A Cynical Idealist.