Sometimes Skulls Are Thick. Sometimes

I've Always Said I'm More Influenced In What I Do By Artists, And How They Work, How They Think, And The Freedom They're Given To Work And Think, Than I Really Am By Other Writers.

I Sleep During The Day. I Still Dream About Drinking And Drugs. Sometimes I Wake To A Hang-over, Sometimes I Wake To A Trickle Of Blood From My Nose, Sometimes I Wake Scared And Shaking. I Read, Go To Museums And Visit Lilly In The Afternoon. Sometimes I Read To Her, Sometimes I Talk To Her, Sometimes I Just Sit And Remember The Times, Remember The Times, Remember The Times." (james Frey, Pg.119)

I Will Not Allow People To Impose Rules On Me That Don't Make Sense To Me. And I Live And Work Very Much Outside The Literary World And The Literary System. What They Think And What They Believe And What Their Rules Are Mean Nothing To Me.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.