My story has been told a thousand times, Ziggy. It's the story of a father, an insomniac, a drunk, a husband, a masturbating poet, a bum, a beautiful face, of one too many chances and far too little effort.
I skate. I dodge, zipping and shucking my slacker ass out of harms way.
Why? It's easy and safe.
I've lived with danger, I've jumped all fucking over, under, and inside of danger. I'm done with it.
I've matured. I've regressed.
I'm like you. My story is yours, parts of it, anyway. Your story is mine, morning glory, parts of it, anyway.
Peace, Paul