A Surfeiting Of Terror Soon Made Terror

Failures Plagued Me. Things I Had Omitted Or Ignored, Neglected. What I Should Have Given And Hadn’t. I Felt The Biting Pang Of Every Unfulfillment.

God, How Impossible Life Is Without Money. Nothing Can Ever Overcome It, It's Everything When It's Anything. How Can I Write In Peace With Endless Worries Of Money, Money, Money? (“disappearing Act”)

Chris Nielsen: Thank You For Every Kindness. Thank You For Our Children. For The First Time I Saw Them. Thank You For Being Someone I Was Always Proud To Be With. For Your Guts, For Your Sweetness. For How You Always Looked, For How I Always Wanted To Touch You. God, You Were My Life. I Apologize For Everytime I Ever Failed You. Especially This One.

I Hope People Are Reading My Work In The Future. I Hope I Have Done More Than Frightened A Couple Of Generations. I Hope I've Inspired A Few People One Way Or Another.

What Condemnation Could Possibly Be More Harsh Than One’s Own, When Self-pretense Is No Longer Possible?