I absolutely relate to being alone in squalor trying to come up with something adequate. I relate to that and I've been known to crawl out of bed and drink out of a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.
There's a weird cloud around you when you're recognizable. It was a brief...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
I knew that by getting behind the wheel of the car and having had something to drink the responsibility laid on my shoulders.
