Me Reading Stuff

Today, while I watch a man in a Members Only jacket urinate on the wall behind my home, I read you a poem about how the wondrous clashing of emotion and time are exactly what make up a life. This isn't bad, this isn't good, it just is. And I guess in its is-ness, it's actually pretty damn splendid. I also talk to you about an experience I had with two bodybuilding brothers while living in Chicago. Now that one is sad. Unequivocally.We will go through endless streets,Robyn