Waking up in the morning to realise you've created a fresh crop of enemies and don't have the certain stamina to withdraw another breath reminds you of the beauty of life. If you could speak, and remembered that you have a mother, her name might be whispered as you force that one breath out. You're glad to be alone, since you can't bear the sound of your heart beating, or if you live in the city, traffic.

When I used to end up sick, I'd hurt more from the traffic than anything else. 4th Ave. & Warren. Horrid times.