I Strain To Hear, But

I Had My Whole Life Planned.. I Knew Exactly Where It Was Taking Me.

I Am Further Back, Surrounded On All Sides By Wailing Men, Their Faces Shiny With Tears. Uncle Al Promised Three Dollars And A Bottle Of Canadian Whiskey To The Man Who Puts On The Best Show. You've Never Seen Such Grief-- Even The Dogs Were Howling.

I Hate This Bizarre Policy Of Protective Exclusion, Because It Effectively Writes Me Off The Page.

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.

Being The Survivor Stinks.