When We Pass By Another

You Have What I Can Afford To Give. You Are A Panhandler, Begging For Anything, And I Am The Man Walking Briskly By, Tossing A Quarter Or So Into Your Paper Cup. I Can Afford To Give You This. This Does Not Break Me.

Still Though, I Think If You're Not Self-obsessed, You're Probably Boring.

Having Lost People When They Were Young, You Feel Intimately Acquainted With Mortality, I Guess. Though I Procrastinate Worse Than Anybody.

Dignity Is An Affectation, Cute But Eccentric, Like Learning French Or Collecting Scarves.

I'll Always Be Working On Five Things At Once, Usually With Those Documents Open At The Same Time Because If I Get Stuck Somewhere I'll Jump Over To Something Else. That's How My Head Has Always Worked.