The only thing I'm really afraid of is prison. Well, prison and bees.

I would love to say something inspiring. I would adore saying something that might give comfort to those that lived through wretched circumstances and still managed to at least maintain a semblance of a normal life. Unfortunately, life yields very few lessons. Most find comfort in religion or spirituality, and some find comfort in excess. Unfortunately, however we cope, nothing is resolved. The answer? Fuck resolution. All that matters is that you survive. Everything else is minutia.

Bad things.

She says I make her want to do bad things when we make love.

I wonder if she means bad things like not recycle her aluminum goods or cut the plastic rings that bind her six packs of Diet Coke. Maybe bad things like flooding the emerging markets of third world countries with cheap American grain, thereby destroying their agricultural infrastructure. I wonder.