No one understands that. When I got here I was such a dry disappointment, no real reason to be here other than to be elsewhere. My jokes aren't funny, my stories are banal. I know lots of things, things no one really cares about. I have been to New York.
Stores are open late.
I am in that awkward phase, the one where your kid loves you without question, the one where a hug comes without begging. Humans should only have to beg before God, a gun, or a beautiful woman. Maybe the answer I'm looking for comes from long ago, the one that says the second greatest gift the gods could give to man was to be born. The greatest gift is that it ends soon.