I just spent the last week noticing all the cars leaving the neighborhood in the morning likely off to work and thought to myself even though every day Im not making progress on my goals feels like death it could be worse- I could be them.
Instead I am already partially succeeding at my aims.
Also, my lover is the daughter of Austrians whom hunted Nazis after the war because they stole some art from her family.
I have a storied past with women and stories I could share about our history together but my only regret is that I didnt know her name and what she was about long before even me and my first love met...
