Everyday, it feels like quick-sand.
Deep, thick and the harder the try ti extract yourself, you more you sink.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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"I walked by Union Square Bar. I was going to go in. Then I saw myself, my reflection in the window, and I thought, 'I wonder who that bum is'? And then I saw it was me. Now look at me. I'm a bum. Look at me! Look at you. You're a bum. Look at you. And look at us. Look at us. C'mon look at us! See? A couple of bums." -Joe Clay