We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5

I Took No Pride In My Solitude; But I Was Dependent On It. The Darkness Of The Room Was Like Sunlight To Me.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting

I Am A Dolt Of A Man, Easily Made Happy Or Even Stupidly Happy Almost Without Cause And Left Alone I Am Mostly Content.

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.

There Is Nothing That Teaches You More Than Regrouping After Failure And Moving On.