Most people would rather be certain they're miserable than risk being happy.

A life, Jimmy, you know what that is? It's the shit that happens while you're waiting for moments that never come.

Henry’s grave says Don’t Try He might be right but I guess He still died He drank too much and Wrote a lot about his life He wrote about his dad And he wrote about the horse track He wrote about the beauty of A freckle on a whore’s back I guess that life is just that Horses, whores and daddy’s belt strap On repeat until it goes black Don’t Try he said Don’t Try he said

I wonder if he knows the mixed tape he sent me was one of the best I'd ever heard. I still have the small stringed instrument that was included.

in an undersized room... collisions are inevitable your highness... your lord.... your worship.... Let's never speak of this again.

I appreciate the way dry beans at the supermarket feel when I thrust my hands into tubs of them, the richness of the English language ( we even have a word for the pleasant smell in the air after it rains! ) and the sacrifice of the men and women dying in the desert so that our leaders can keep their faces egg free. "You are free to do as we tell you!"

the first time I saw her sitting there on a bus stop bench surrounded by an empty parking lot as the cop cars and buses wizzed by but she never got on, instead just sitting, waiting so beautiful and i couldn't help but wish I could somehow rush across the street and save her but I knew it wasn't possible, shaking my head I lit another cigarrette and turned away. I would have to save myself first.

on the shores of a lake named after a late queen of england i heard new rumors of war. the sun was a red ball up in the summer sky. i saw my sister standing in the doorway. she had that look on her face that reminded me of you. the reports were coming hourly and the sky was blue. they were shifting the power again. they always do this when i come home. i tucked my shirt in, though i don't know why. shielded my eyes from the light up in the sky 'cause it was shining, blazing, like a highway flare in the incredibly impossibly dry air i heard my mother call my sister to the kitchen again and thought that everything was headed straight down the drain they positioned themselves in strategic locations i was beginning to lose my patience. if you'll just put your hand in mine, we're gonna leave all our troubles behind.

"Come at the king, you best not miss." -- Omar