Friday, November 03, 2006

At the end of the day...'s always me, Frank, and a couple of shots of whatever the bartender's pouring tonight....

I won't bore you with more song lyrics. I go back to the trusted standards, the ones that speak directly to me.

The pain and the loneliness never seem to go away.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. A lot of guys who were more successful, more talented, much better looking and better off than I spent a lot of lonely nights alone, hurting, carrying the torch for the women who could make them happy but wouldn't.

As Lenny Bruce once said about Sinatra: "That poor schmuck really sings 'Only the Lonely...'"

In Frank's immortal words, "that's life...."

That's what people say....

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