Thursday, November 13, 2008

SAINT BOB


"The big wet face settles down on top of my head, and I am lost inside. This is when I'd cry. Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away.
And I'm lost inside.
This is as close as I've been to sleeping in almost a week.
This is how I met Marla Singer. "

1 comment:

The said...

It's Bob! Nice one, Bones.
Paul Bedford.