Maybe there is a learning I do not have. and that is why i am not a good writer. I despise the precarious insanity of undoubted shivers and scribbles. Hello. Music makes me smile. I met a newspaper boy crying. There was a smile of whisky and the sound of drumbeat. A perfect pl;ace to write. There was a girl, She smiled at me. We kissed at midnight. I had an American apple pie with ice cream and drank glasses of cola I would never forget drinking.; And the lights went out. I so narrowly missed the fall. If only I had it. The heartbeat stops. We never got the chance to dance.