I've Made Some Great Mistakes In My

The Bad Seeds Are A Band I Will Travel A Great Distance To See Whenever Possible.

I Have Come To Regard November As The Older, Harder Man's October. I Appreciate The Early Darkness And Cooler Temperatures. It Puts My Mind In A Different Place Than October. It Is A Month For A Quieter, Slightly More Subdued Celebration Of Summer's Death As Winter Tightens Its Grip.

A Man Came Up To Me The Other Day And Said He Hadn't Had A Bite In Weeks. So You Know What I Did? I Walked By Him Like He Didn't Even Exist.

I Don't Have Many Friends So The Phone Doesn't Ring And No One's Asking Me To Go Out And Go Dancing With Them.

From Those Who Agonize That They May No Longer Be Able To Write Off Their Private Jet To Someone Who Doesn't Feel Like Making The Three Mile Hike To The Well To Get Water And Carry It Back, Everyone Struggles.