Face sweaty, half hung in a toilet bowl, with alcohol-laced perspiration beaded in top lip whiskers- What do you need?
“Time,” he said. “I just need TIME”
Time that tells and has 20-20 vision retrospect? Time like money that pays the piper? Let me tell you about time, I thought. Time knocks over pillars and dirties knees. Time whispers in my ear that your old analogies really didn’t make sense at all. Time is a rotation of the earth that clouds eyes like cataracts, or clears them.