The Glory of Facing the Truth

I'll be forty this year.

He called me because he missed me. My heart is fragmented. What a rich sorrow.


And what of the birds?

Perhaps you have no idea what I mean. That's probably best.

I've scavenged my past and found keys to the present. I always wondered where I would be the year I turned 40. Had I known...

I will take commissions. If you are the kind of person who likes my sort of thing.

Hefeweizen reminds me of Stranger Than Paradise late at night in the Strehler's compound. Mountains and cigarettes. Crisp air. berries and cream. The girl with the castle walk. Gyros. MDC.

One before the other, son. It works every time...