Lonesome's a whole other thing. Incurable. Terminal. A hole in your heart you could drive a semi truck through. So big and so deep that no amount of money or whiskey or pussy or dope in the whole goddam world can fill it up because you dug it yourself and your digging it still, one lie, one disappointment and one broken promise at a time.
I'll Never Get Out of this World Alive
photo Andreas Feininger