I turned the homeless guy away today, and as my lonely night sinks down over me, I know I made the right move.

I look at each major moment of life these days, as either a right or wrong move, never neutral.

My moves have been alright lately. I'm taking the depression of decline, and mellowing it out with vodka and legal smoke.

I look forward to my next day, my next month, my next year. I will give each one all the honesty and integrity I have.

And if I have to close the door on a homeless guy to keep my sanity and integrity, I will.