And God was good to us. Mark was now up to bat. I rested easy thinking, just thinking as the music played. We were sitting at a table in a fast-food cafe one morning with a couple of schizophrenics, a paranoid and a drunk. Diane was next to me looking a little down from the wear and tear of the artist's life, perhaps a little jaded now from misplaced trust.
Life is relationships.
A good idea. But you shouldn't cast your pearls before swine. The blue eyes still sparkled, but perhaps a little less bright. One of the men asked. No I think not.