That space between awake and sleep.In what we call a dream.To hit you hard and stand you up.Call it fact or fiction.

In situ as in Bourdain's "Kitchen Confidential," Orwell's "Down And Out In Paris And London;" of down-beat Bukowski bent, in sweat-drenched Freudian dream.

Life owns a way of wearing on one – a damaged horse with added weight in an uphill race under bid of a bad jockey. Nontheless, it'ts pretty funny.

"A Youth In My Youth"Of Sturm und Drang of long ago and far away misspent young years, of adventure and calamity, of love and lust, of irony and pathos; of these tell tall and teetering tale.

Moving meditation,Rolling raucus party.You can stay on trackBut never know where you go.

The father with sons in tow returns to battlefields of the old soldier's youth.