Elvis Presely Movies, the facial expressions of Marilyn Monroe, the female figure in the late 60’s early 70’s, happy hour, the news, my axietity, my passive agressive rage that turns into sarcasm that turns into apathy that rears it’s ugly head in my bitchy anger and then goes to sweet. Sex whether I am having it or not, past relationships, my present relationship, hopes, fears and what happens to us when we die. The idea of Ernest Hemingway and the wonder of Robert Mitchum. Cocktail dresses and high heels, being a responsible drunk but never reasonable, long conversations, the work of Tennesse Williams, Gustov Klimpt. The beach at 4:00am, the imagination, people I have respected but never knew, Artistic men in suits, Love and Humor, train sations in Europe, the bird chirping that you hear after staying up all night as morning comes in, my childishness, my need for the establishment and my desire to not to be apart of it.