Pressed Sheets

One doctor cleared out his waiting room by throwing out all those who couldn’t afford to be well, even if they wanted to and could afford to.



One ole man’s short-term advice (whatever the hell that means): “Never trust animals who have proverbs.”



A man with
pressed sheets
doesn’t have to
go to bed.



To believe that each man is solely on his own and true captain of his fate, is to believe that the boat can somehow be separate from the seas; and to believe that we are each our brother’s keeper, is to imagine you can somehow control the waves.



While there are at least two ways of looking at everything in the city, even that is too much for most people.