It's Like The Human Race Has Been

I Have Actual Dreams Of Bruce Springsteen Calling Me Up On Stage To Wear A Bandanna And Play Rhythm Guitar Next To Little Steven.

It's Like The Human Race Has Been Programmed For Misery.

Meg Was Going To Have To Learn For Herself What Laurie Had Figured Out Over The Summer - That It Was Better To Leave Well Enough Alone, To Avoid Unnecessary Encounters With The People You'd Left Behind, To Not Keep Poking At That Sore Tooth With The Tip Of Your Tongue. Not Because You Didn't Love Them Anymore, But Because You Did, And Because That Love Was Useless Now, Just Another Dull Ache In Your Phantom Limb.

I Really Wanted To Be A Musician, But It Turned Out I Had No Sense Of Time.

Because, Really, What Was Worse Than Lying Wide-awake In The Dark, Watching Your Life Drip Away, One Irreplaceable Minute After Another?