Beating to your own drum

I can’t remember ever being “normal.” While there technically is no such thing as this, I can at least say that I never fit in with the crowd. Historically it has always been much easier to identify with people on a one-on-one basis; groups weren’t the best setting for me. I’ve always spent a lot ofContinue reading “Beating to your own drum”

Holly Golightly

Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds? Paul: The mean reds, you mean like the blues? Holly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’reContinue reading “Holly Golightly”