She said she’d take me anywhere, so long as I was clean. But I haven’t been clean for years now. A filthy mind full of dark images and the degradation of the bigger picture – the belief that no one and nothing is sacred. I don’t know what to say. I fell like a chump as crazy thoughts give my head the turnaround. Polly, or was it Molly? Lips like – golly, I don’t know what. I’m sure there should, or at least could, be a firm belief in all that you knew or ever would know, but I can’t see the wood for the trees here, man.

It takes a tired mind and a happy thought to spill a couple of eggs on the grill of life. I know I should do something, but things are not always what they seem – or so the story went in my head, at some time. “Come as you are” I head her say. I’m not sure what to say. Is she for REAL? Seriously.