this is for my tombstone: hello, how are you? i am fine. i don't know if you received my last letter because i forgot to write the zip...

when i opened the hood of the seventy eight buick century which had been running funny all morning sitting on top of the carburetor...

whatever i had to do to sleep i did whatever i had to think i told myself some lies about you damned and damaged you during the night and...

i may never swagger again unless i'm acting in a play or something im gonna miss loving my shoes more than life itself and being...