““I have nothing but duct-taped syntax to offer them-- noise of jury-rigged verse, of entire days burned by the focus of a foreman's glare, the labored breath of an exhausted ride home while she sings in a tiara and cape to tuxedoed men and bespangled women. Yet the world sounds most honest to me when its timing chain is slightly off. How it revs, how it almost sputters out on any given evening after a long day of work.””
