I Want So Much That Is Not

I Guess The Only Time Most People Think About Injustice Is When It Happens To Them.

There Were Always Men Looking For Jobs In America. There Were Always All These Usable Bodies. And I Wanted To Be A Writer. Almost Everybody Was A Writer. Not Everybody Thought They Could Be A Dentist Or An Automobile Mechanic But Everybody Knew They Could Be A Writer. Of Those Fifty Guys In The Room, Probably Fifteen Of Them Thought They Were Writers. Almost Everybody Used Words And Could Write Them Down, I.e., Almost Everybody Could Be A Writer. But Most Men, Fortunately, Aren't Writers, Or Even Cab Drivers, And Some Men - Many Men - Unfortunately Aren't Anything.

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

In The Morning It Was Morning And I Was Still Alive.