Well, we did. It wasn't a pretty sight. I comforted myself with poetry and vodka,
and Joe comforted himself with business trips. And business
trip acquaintances. But by that time I could have cared less. I was rarely sober.
Oh Budapest. The beginning and the end.
I could have cared less, but it was a convenient excuse. And I got the kids.
He never found out about you.
Does this have any bearing on your intentions today?