ELI SAYS:
Greasy haired, dirty and scarred for life, I value my solitude. Pen and paper, my board, a good strong smoke, and my thoughts. I spend most of my time this way. Thinking, maybe too much. A naked prance outside seemed the only cure for Love's tiresome hangover. Finaly something I can revel in.
"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him. I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you."
-Charles Bukowski