Last night I walked home in the pouring rain and, finding a low wall beneath an overhang, sat down and thought that I didn’t really give a damn what happened next

THE ETERNAL QUESTION:

Am I completely insane or am I seeing the thing for what it is?

(lol)

This is a picture Laura took of me yesterday as I read “How It Feels When a Parent Dies” which I had found in a brown paper bag near our house

Yup

I don’t think I could ever die of a broken heart, but I could see myself dying of a broken brain

When I am alone at night I sometimes start to think about What Used To Happen, mostly accidentally, my mind just wanders there . . . and at a certain point I have to consciously stop myself or else I’d die of shame right there at my desk

Anyone out there in starland wanna hug a lonely manic-depressive 27-year-old man who catches and releases insects and who also slept on an elementary school playground in Rhode Island one time????

Someone call animal control ASAP cuz we got us a junkyard dog on the loose and I reckon he’s itchin to chew on some tires and roll around in his own excrement under a god dang full-ass moon

Someone put this poor creature out of his misery before he bites his own damn tail off in desperation