Thursday, November 23
Before I met you I was a bum, I was a drunk. I was a drunk with a pad. I was W.C. Fields without a nose, I was Dean Martin without any charm. I was no good, really. I thought that small talk was too small, I thought that big talk was too pretentious, I thought music was noise and I thought art was bullshit. That's what I thought.
I know you're no good, Virginia. You're just a girl, two legs. I know that. But I love you. You see, I'm not too secure, I'm step by step. But I know you, you see. I know you because I look at you while you sleep. Did you know you sleep with half your eyes open, did you know that?
