Jesus loves me but you can barely stand being in the same room.

Few people are cruel enough to say what they’re thinking.

The seventies were shit; the eighties sucked ass; he barely remembered the nineties; and everything after 2000 was lost in a haze of self-loathing.
Things were looking up.

The gift of language: miracle and catastrophe.

The best thing about God was all the money.

I have composed and destroyed countless works between the hours of 2 and 5 am.

Watching your neighbor doing Sunday yard work you can almost see the self-righteous thought bubbles about the value of hard work floating above his head, played in his dad’s voice.

A single truth the mind has broken into many.

The promise of the future has receded into the distant past.