December 2011
Told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction. Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection. I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb. Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim.
You may be Saturday’s child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. You...
