1 i can't think of anything that hasn't been written or drawn or captured in some way and i think of what i'm writing and i think of everything that has been lost and i wish he were sitting across from me staring me in the eyes and we could share a fifth of whisky and i'll ask him, "what does it all mean?" and he'll growl (because i imagine it that way, to match the years of lines on his face, and the cigarette in his hand) "it means you're right on track" because i want to feel that way and he'll... read more
