This mighty arrow and I are going straight to the moon tonight. Don’t try to stop me. I guess I just want things that are certain. So when I say I have had an overmuch don’t let go of me. I say dumb shit all the time. I don’t know if I would make a good fisherman but I know what place is and I know the many kinds. The kind like a kitchen table. The kind like a beach in a pretty country. The kind like the blanket of a self hovering above some road someplace because Honesty is making up stories and sticking to them.