Loud, crowded lonely bars are my favorite places to write… Is contentment the root of Idleness? Perhaps, but if we are to conquer life, which way do we forge on without a happy compass? Fire lights the way to a smoky bar but the Moon’s shadow shades the way home… Electric lamps and level steps are poor substitutes for good strong scotch-

Sticks mindlessly break the smooth tawdry surface-

-all is for the best

Rocks collect in the rambling river’s coarse bed-

-all is forgotten

Hate builds a tower and love digs a deep whole-

-all is for nothing

Trees Sway, and buckle in a wretched moment-

-all is for the worst

Sand hastily covers the cursed corpse of time-

-all is for tomorrow

Happiness plays a part in the saddest day’s rain-

-all is for everything

Chivo

my regards to JM for the loss of JJ