(26 October - 6 December 1991) after John James Ingalls
Tired at the curb, I watch the cabs rush forward I don’t hesitate but step out as a cabby honks, I’m OK. I made up my mind in high school never to feel guilty, but to do my best. Trial and error is not always the best teacher, but human destiny is to err and I follow. I follow a course of random events but don’t call it luck. You see, I survived. The worst I can imagine in this benevolent universe is a God who is as bumbling as I.