Day: February 1, 2004

So how many of you knew I was a hell of a runner back in high school? Well, I was. Senior year, anyway. In the

Like most Sundays, I woke up in a bad mood this morning. There’s just something about the whole routine of Sundays that rubs me the

Run screaming through the night,Waking infants and the elderlyWith your wearied criesAs you shriek in madness forYour lost lover. Rattle the tenement windowsWith pebbles thrown