Only That Which Makes You Feel Bad

If You Are Lucky Enough To Have Lived In Paris As A Young Man, Then Wherever You Go For The Rest Of Your Life It Stays With You, For Paris Is A Moveable Feast.

You Belong To Me And All Paris Belongs To Me And I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

Love Is Something That Hangs Up Behind The Bathroom Door And Smells Of Lysol.

Got Tight On Absinthe Last Night. Did Knife Tricks.

In The Spring Mornings I Would Work Early While My Wife Still Slept. The Windows Were Open Wide And The Cobbles Of The Street Were Drying After The Rain.