pēdējās vairākas dienas kāds katru vakaru šauj salūtu.

She took me to her room and stood me in front of her dresser, which was covered in a pillowcase with pretty colors. She lifted off the pillowcase, and there I was, standing in my old suit, looking at an old typewriter with a fresh ribbon. Inside the typewriter was a piece of white paper. On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, “Write about me sometime.” And I typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed. “I will.” And I felt good that those were the first two words that I ever typed on my new old typewriter that Sam gave me. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

pēdējā laikā bieži izjūtu tādu kā nožēlu par garām palaistām izdevībām pagātnē, biežāk un tiešāk, un spēcīgāk, nekā agrāk

sapnī plānoju/mēģināju kļūt par prostitūtu, bet galu galā nekļuvu vis. sieviete, kas organizēja šo prostitūcijas biznesu, izskatījās pēc vienas no bijušajām ansambļa biedrenēm, un viņa nebija priecīga, kad es teicu, ka man apnika gaidīt un es eju projām.
man līdzi uz "darba interviju" somā visa cita starpā bija kaķēns.