Things Are So Hard To Figure Out

I'm Catholic And I Can't Commit Suicide, But I Plan To Drink Myself To Death.

Hell Man, I Know Very Well You Didn't Come To Me Only To Want To Become A Writer, And After All What Do I Really Know About It Except That You've Got To Stick To It With The Energy Of A Benny Addict.

Details Are The Life Of Prose.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

There Are Worse Things Than Being Mad.