I'm working long hours now...in the afternoon too...,
sometimes in the morning.Six days a week,
All the animals come out at night. Whores, skunk
pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies.
Sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and
wash all this scum off the streets.
Twelve hours of work, and I still can't sleep. Damn.
The days go on and on. They don't end.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere.
In bars, in cars...sidewalks, stores, everywhere.
There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
My life has taken another turn again.
The days move along with regularity, over and over.
One day indistinguishable from the next.
A long continuous chain.
Then suddenly, there is a change.
Travis Bickle - Taxi Driver > [link]
As always special thanx to Saint Bazza of the Imaculate Style Sheets
for the journal design ~BarryGreenland