In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark wood,
For I had lost the right path.

An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never

Currently, Sonya Chung, one of my best buddies, and I are in disagreement.

It wants every word, all the lingo: idioms and euphemisms, sacred or profane, dead or alive, the King’s English or the street’s.

I've just about got those bastards memorized by now.

At that point, I had been out of the writing life for so long that I had felt like that life was dead to me, so that fellowship meant everything.

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Okay, this is going to be a tricky one. For a few months now, I’ve wanted to write about William Logan for my little website, but two questions stopped me. First, Who am I? And, second, Who really cares?

Yes, the first knowledge that counts is that everything stops.

If each foot took us back a year,
the dark below would be
immaculate...

I wish, because, dude, that sounds awesome.