I have been trying to write this for a while, but the morphine and lack of juicy cheeseburgers (what has it been now, five weeks without real food?) have drained my energy and interfered with whatever
Nostagia When I was young, Nostalgia was a tiny, tiny stamp, Me on this side, Mother on the other side. When I grew up, Nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket, Me on this side, My bride on the other side.
