If personality traits are quantifiable by elements, then I was fire. My best friend, then, was water.

This is part of what I wrote; ‘How many times have I bought one of these little kiddy notebooks and sat alone in a bar trying to evaluate a new predicament with words, beers and cigarettes?

The next day was a nightmare.

I got drunk last night and discovered that beer mats don’t do their job any more.

The story continues. What will happen when Victor confronts Hazel?

Just a thought

I gaze into the night without seeing the moon Which gleams palely down upon me, and illuminates my pen. I cannot sleep, I cannot rest, I only think of you-

Overblown and faintly ridiculous, I still enjoy listening to a great voice...