...if only I knew what it was.
Tonight, before these beers, I worked.
At work, I was among tattoo artists, horror movie actors,
and so many others who had found their niche. Beautiful thing,
that niche. Buk found his. Waits is living his. Mine is...
...around here somewhere. It's not behind a time clock, and I
don't think it's within this Powerball ticket. But...
...listening to Thelonious Monk do his thing with Charlie Rouse, I
know I'll find mine. It's behind that door marked FEAR. I'll open
it anyday now. I can hear friends and family cheering me on.
There's a lot of love in that sound.