Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.