Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. A River Runs Through It. I'll even Hara Kari if you show me how, but I will not carry a gun. Now some guys they just give up livin', And start dyin' little by little, piece by piece.
Some guys come home from work and wash up, And go racin' in the street.
She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born. I found living proof. My brothers and sisters all hated me, 'cause I was an only child. In Palm Springs, they think that homelessness is caused by bad divorce lawyers. And my income tax is due.