Portland, MEUSA 04101
January 22, 2013
I'm a writer so I spend most days alone. I need to get out among other people so I can be irritated enough to return to my isolation.
Looking backwards, no. Looking forwards, I see no other place I could possibly live.
All millionaires playing with balls are the same to me.
I appear friendly and social on the surface but I'm really plotting against you. That's anti-social enough, right?