Do You Have Any Idea How Much

I Stare At Her For A Long Moment. I Want To Kiss Her. I Want To Kiss Her More Than I've Ever Wanted Anything In My Life.

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.

...poking A Lump Of Red Jello That Jiggles Outrageously, Like A Breast I Once Knew.

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.

What Else Do I Have To Offer? Nothing Happens To Me Anymore. That’s The Reality Of Getting Old, And I Guess That’s Really The Crux Of The Matter. I’m Not Ready To Be Old Yet.