I
have always lived violently…eaten too much or not at all,
slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked
too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter
laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love
with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a
punishment.
She wasn’t happy, but then
she wasn’t unhappy. She wasn’t anything. But I
don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be
something inside, if only to keep the skin from
collapsing.