Dear Don (both of you; all of you)
Crime has never stopped paying. How naïve I have been all my life thinking that one day it would…not pay.
Crime has never stopped paying. How naïve I have been all my life thinking that one day it would…not pay.
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.