The dog in the cage.

The dog in the cage.

That is the couch where she sleeps with other guys.

The flys.

These are the things that stand out. In my mind. These are the things that shrink me.

This is the place that prayer is for. The place you get to when you realize that whatever it is you think you could come up with could never be enough to make things better.

He is my best friend. Years don’t matter in this equation. Age doesn’t matter. Neither does percieved experience. We are doomed to be brothers no matter what. This is how I know there is God. Because if there was no God we would have given up on eachother a long time ago.

I don’t ever want to smell that smell again. I don’t ever want there to be a house like that house again. There is, there are, there will be again. And I sit here and write. Wishing I could be more of a man. than I am.