"All the stories I wrote were true, because I believed in what I saw."

Tee hee.
When I awoke that colder day and eased into the shower I thought of not just you and not the facts But I thought of life itself and how it just slips on by and keeps going. The road was sleek with rain and I never knew it and I drove like that still wet from the shower.
Comma comma comma.
I love you and in fact evrything this fine winter day.
Just listen to the radio and you can know it all.
Thanks Jack, for your madness.
And love.
And for making me wake up and sleep again.
You fuck.