The Brattychick

Mickey: You drank a beer in your sleep. Heidi: Oh, what did you think about that? Mickey: I wasn't all that surprised. It actually explains a lot.

Watch "Adaptation (2002) - Donald Kauman talking about his love (English Version)" on YouTube I'm writing a novel, friends. I'm writing a novel about people and places I loved and lost. The love is mine no matter the outcome. The space existed in time and is not made any less by death or forgetfulness. It's there, it's mine. Closure happens and grieving is finished not when it stops being sad, but when it is possible to fondly remember without bitterness.

I can't play the finger with my right piano thumb

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they ploppe...

"You're all say somethingy tonight"

If you go down to hammond You’ll never come back In my opinion you’re On the wrong track We’ll always love you but That’s not the point If you go with that fella Forget about us As far as I’m concerned That would be just Throwing yourself away Not even trying Come on you’re lying to me Well I went down to hammond I did as I pleased I ain’t the only one Who’s got this disease Why don’t you face the fact You old upstart We fall apart You’d be okay if you’d Just stay in school Don’t be a fool Do your eyes have an answer To this song of mine They say we meet again On down the line Where is on down the line How far away? Tell me I’m okay If you go down to hammond You’ll never come back

I'm tired of other people telling my story. I don't want to keep quiet. I don't care about making waves. I've got nothing to lose. #amonthoftruths on twitter.