He Was Trying To Convince Himself That

If You Know You Don't Have A Win, Then There's No Use For You Being In The Game.

As A Writer, I Absorb Stories, Allow Them To Churn Within My Own Head And Heart - Often For Years - Until I Find A Way Of Telling Them That Fits Both My Time And Temperament.

What Did I Do? I Walked Into A Drugstore To Look For Some Mints, And Then I Walked Out. What Was Wrong With That? I Didn't Kill Mr. Nesbitt.

Yes, She Is The Fruit That Will Sustain Me And Yes, She Brings A Rain That I Know Can Chill But It Is A Rain So Sweet And Sings A Song My Soul Insists That I Follow, If I Would Exist As More Than I Have Ever, Ever Been If My Mother Calls It Evil, Then I Embrace The Sin

New York Is My Favorite City.