A Pool Game Mixes Ritual With Geometry.

Even The Best Of Us Are At Least Part-time Bastards.

We Are In The Grip Of Some Big Machine Grinding Us Along. The Force Of It Simplifies Everything. A Weird Calm Settled Over Me From Inside Out. What Is About To Happen Has Stood In Line To Happen. All The Roads Out Of That Instant Have Been Closed, One By One.

As A Memoirist, I Strive For Veracity.

I'm Doomed To Act Like Myself, Even When It's Inconvenient!

I Get About Five Memoirs Per Week In My Mailbox, And Few Of Them Inspire Anything But A Desire To Pick Up The Channel Changer.