Old Guys, Manhattan
My life will inevitably be filled with disproportionate success, grand failure, deserved comeuppance and unmerited windfall. These things are surprisingly easy to accept. But I can't figure out when it is that I perceive things best. In the evening before bed, when the world is against me? In the middle of the night as I lie awake, when I am against myself? Or in the morning, when opposition seems far away?