I have seen the lions & they are starved & hysterical. It's said that they can smell fear. THEY FRENZY at that odor. It's just a matter of time. I am too weak to turn & run. It's just a matter of time.
I was born in Southern Connecticut at the end of the Reagan era. My mom was a nurse for twenty seven years, worked her ass off to put food on the table. Dad was around but was disabled. When he was able to work he was the music editor for a small magazine based out of NY. No doubt that I was a "momma's boy". At the age of ten
my dad died then shortly after that my mom died too. I was orphaned, I didn't have to move though. I stayed with family. I always had food but I wore worn out clothing & never got much things for a birthday or for christmas. I don't & never had many friends because all of my friends are dead poets-Kerouac, Bukowksi, Carver, Micheline, Ginsberg & the like.
