The reason this blog is titled what it is, is because in essence, much like like my father, I am thief, and I stole the name of this blog from a Charles Wright poem. It was fitting and works for how I feel about much of my life. One bad road after another. Most of which I would had rather not been on.

You keep asking me what I want on the damn pizza. Which is annoying sweet in a way I would rather you not be right now, because cruelty would make much more sense (please excuse the typos for now. I will correct them when I am at a computer that I understand better than this one).

When I ask you, and I will because maybe just this once you will listen to me, to never speak to me again. To just leave me alone. No more words. Nothing. Possibly forever, but at for at least a long, very long time. Will you? I suspect you will not. You don't like being told no for some reason. And, while I don't care much for it, the act of being told no, I do respect it. Sometimes.

You will always be able to find me though, Dear Reader, here. On these pages. I will let you know in my own way way, at a safe distance from you, where you can no longer bring me both to the point of pleasure and hurt, what is happening. I can give you that, but not much more. It is why in a drunken haze, I guess, I told you about this blog last night. Because, I knew I could not talk to you, or write as our relationship is based more solidly in words that once would had been on paper, but now are clicked away in a cyber haze so I told you about this space. So, you could have some comfort. Because I know you will need it after I am totally gone and it will possibly be here for you on days I feel incline to write about my own comings and goings. I try and write often at times, and then I often stop. Don't count on too much.

One can only take so much rejection in a lifetime. Especially from someone they love as deeply as I love you.

Also, while I wrote this. Those songs, I was playing on youtube. They were Steve's, because after all, I am in 'love' with musicians.

And, while that is not true. Perhaps, I will make it true. Or just remain too big for the world and everyone in it.

If you really knew me though. You would had known, it was you. It was always you.