index | archives | notes Tuesday, Mar. 18, 2008 7:57 a.m. << [ What Next? ] >> We sat in front of his house last night, at midnight, holding hands. He can live his life now. When we drove back, he said, "I see what you mean now, about never feeling the consequences of your actions." "This should have been it," I said. "I'm too lucky. I don't want to be lucky, I don't want to rely on luck." I think it's my father's luck, passed down to me, the eldest. I wouldn't call it the good kind. It's the kind of luck that keeps you up at night, thinking things like, "I should be dead." "What next, God?" << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org