Pain in it, regret in it, a wail in it.
The same song about lost loves and old hates.
Why I suppose it’s a kind of admonishment.
Why did he write it?
What does it mean?
Don’t try to figure it out.
He felt a curious kind of anger.
Gone Fishin’
But you came back here, anyway?
I wasn’t going to walk through that fog, alone.
It didn’t make sense.
I knew that you were trying to make me go away from you.
Gone Fishin’
There was a sparkle in her eyes.
The air was crisp, cool, clear.
It was so late that there were no other cars on the highway.
That’s all. Kind of feeble. But that’s the way it was.
I thought I was talking to myself.
I would conquer the world.
I made up my mind then that someday I would conquer the world – don’t ask me what world.
It looked very small and faint and faraway in the dark sky.
But because all of them were looking up, he did too.
He was gazing into a new and wonderful world.
Other things that weren’t what they seemed to be.
I began to wonder if there were other things I hadn’t known about.
Your heart beat a little faster. Your breath came a little faster.
I didn’t see anything much.
I read the street signs and I decided to look around.
He was about to ask her what her name was.
Not too much light in the place.
Do you live around here?
What brought you to this end of town at this hour?
« Previous Page — Next Page »