Wherever I Went, I Was

She Told Me If I Clean All The Ashes Out Of The Grate, Then I’ll Be Able To Help My Sisters Get Ready For The Bal.” “it’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t You Give That Atitude A Rest?” “merry Christmas, Dad. And Thanks For The Presents.” “what Presents?” “i’m Sorry—those Were All From Mom, Weren’t They?

Books. I'd Probably Spend All My Time Alone And Lost In Books If I Could. It's Easier That Way.

There's The Usual Suspects In There, Green Day And The Clash And The Smiths, Yeah, But There's Also Ella And Frank, Even Dino, Some Curtis Mayfield And Minor Threat And Dusty Springfield And Belle & Sebastian, And As I Flip Through His Musical Life, Getting To Know His Tastes, I Must Acknowledge That Not Only Am I Not Frigid, But I Also May Be Multi-orgasmic.

Wow. I Feel Like In This Riot Of People, I Have Been Kicked In The Stomach, But By The Giddy Police. Forget About The Need For Oxygen. My Mouth Wants To Go Back To The Place It Just Left.

All This Hoping For Nothing-or Someone-that's Maybe Hopeless