There Is, Though, Nothing That

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.

Take The Risk And Do Whatever You Can Do And Try Not To Get Caught. If You Do Get Caught, Do It Again.

L.a Is A Huge Place, Literally And Metaphorically. Its Beauty And Horror. Its Unconventional History. Its Draw And Allure. Its Diversity And Segregation.

I Sleep During The Day. I Still Dream About Drinking And Drugs. Sometimes I Wake To A Hang-over, Sometimes I Wake To A Trickle Of Blood From My Nose, Sometimes I Wake Scared And Shaking. I Read, Go To Museums And Visit Lilly In The Afternoon. Sometimes I Read To Her, Sometimes I Talk To Her, Sometimes I Just Sit And Remember The Times, Remember The Times, Remember The Times." (james Frey, Pg.119)