What Went Wrong? Nothing And

That’s Why; He’s Worried About How His Life Is Turning Out, And He’s Lonely, And Lonely People Are The Bitterest Of Them All

I Lost The Plot For A While Then. And I Lost The Subplot, The Script, The Soundtrack, The Intermission, My Popcorn, The Credits, And The Exit Sign.

And Mostly All I Have To Say About These Songs Is That I Love Them, And Want To Sing Along To Them, And Force Other People To Listen To Them, And Get Cross When These Other People Don't Like Them As Much As I Do.

Being A Reader Is Sort Of Like Being President, Except Reading Involves Fewer State Dinners, Usually. You Have This Agenda You Want To Get Through, But You Get Distracted By Life Events, E.g., Books Arriving In The Mail/world War Iii, And You Are Temporarily Deflected From Your Chosen Path.

You Wouldn't Believe That So Much Could Change Just Because A Relationship Ended.