Seven

It was,
a number of heaven and science and astrology and of snapping you out of it. How far, do you think, she would ask you, does a life have to break? Pretty far, buddy. I mean far.

This dogged determination and in the end it being totally out of your control anyway. When we get older, some of us, we get wiser and we start to realize and understand what we can and can't change. Helping her move out of her crappy apartment and there is a general squalor about the place and smell of strange foreign foods left out too long and the Chinese characters on all of the packages and 5.99 bottle of Kamchatka on the breakfast table and how that used to be my life, too. And the lengths you go to cover it up.

Well,
hot summer sun and barely laid plans. Irritation anger aggression. And how much wiser one becomes without the mantle of idealism. Some human beings, they just suck. I mean, simply. And there is just nothing you can do about that. And so you go, and you keep being somebody who doesn't suck, and you find other people who don't suck, too. And that's what you build your life around. And a fuck-all to anyone who makes you feel like you need to do anything other than that.