What’s Eating Gilbert Grape: Now if I could write like that – that’d be something.
There’s ice cream in the fridge. I go for yogurt. There are chocolates at work. I go for crackers. My jobs decent and folks like me here. But I’m thinking of going to the mountains. A city calls. I’ll go in a year, or sooner.
My sister called. It wasn’t my birthday.
Rajesh Vivek and I would have made good friends.