I.R. & G.M.

I saw a love affair murdered recently and I realize when there is no admission of fault, then there is no remorse. And without remorse, there is no forgiving. And without that it's like there was nothing at all. And no matter how you try to deny something, there will always be that saved SMS or screenshot that says, "ah yes, you were feverish on each other then."

Man, you wonder why deny it at all?

Maybe that's what happens when you fall in love with someone who can't even use his real name as his email address.

I'm sorry I had to see that. We carry on, anyway.

One new year, comin' up!

that and us

Meanwhile, we live not just our own lives but the longings of our century and generation. It is good that we know each other then.

old and reckless

When I'm 73 with light blue hair, I will say, "Go ahead, paint my walls red. Life is short!" But since I'm 37 and stupid and thinking that I still have a lot of time, I'll say, "Okay, we can start with an accent wall, but maybe we should keep the rest of the walls beige to stay safe?"

Someday I will be 73, reckless and free.

well and good

Sometimes we need to lay it down on the asphalt, you know. Everything out on the asphalt.