What would make me happy? A drive through the country with my closest friends in sight and my truest love waiting faithfully just across the state line. A publication of my finest work. My readers relate to each verse in their own way and sit patiently anxiously awaiting my next book. My health heals itself giving me the ability to run a million miles if I so desired. Food finally becomes a turn on and my once hollow face fills out and tiny little disturbances are wiped clean from my skin. Scars from the past disappear leaving me with a clear head and stolen innocence is returned anonymously.
August 13, 1999