Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, July 23, 2015
The thing about having a drug habit, I think as I'm walking down the street home from the train, is that your life is about something. The sun is shining, a mild breeze is blowing, and the day is warm and lovely.
Even if your life is boring, I think, you've got a certain drama, a certain romance.
You know exactly what's going to happen, and that's what's great about it, and that's what kills you.