Saturday, October 16, 2004


I know I don't need a new car.
I don't need new clothes.
I don't need much of anything, really.

So do we stretch? An solitary income in a world of supplementals; I'm the life raft surrounded by dingies, boats, oceanliners and tankers.

"No, it's the truly poor folks in Louisiana who are the rafts," says the ghost.
"Those people already drowned," says I.