I Have Two Kinds Of

We Only Have So Long To Play In The Dirt And Ask Questions Of Rivers.

People Are Different When You Can Smell Them And Look Up Close, You Know?

It's Fine," I Repeated. And Whatever. It Was Fine. It Had To Be.

Could The Two People Who Are Making Out Please Be Quiet?" The Colonel Asked Loudly From His Sleeping Bag. "those Of Us Who Are Not Making Out Are Drunk And Tired.

The Marks Humans Leave Are Too Often Scars. You Build A Hideous Minimall Or Start A Coup Or Try To Become A Rock Star And You'll Think "they'll Remember Me Now," But (a) They Don't Remember You, And (b) All You Leave Behind Are More Scars. Your Coup Becomes A Dictatorship. Your Minimall Becomes A Lesion.