Today in Jamaica Plain

Patrick's favorite poet is man named Ted Berrigan. He loved Pepsi and had an addiction to both pills and alcohol, and died of cirrhosis of the liver at age 49 on the Fourth of July. I think he was a really good man.

 There is a Berrigan poem called "Today in Ann Arbor," and I don't know if there's anything more apt at this moment:

There was no cream for
the coffee. & the mail
wasn't out yet.
It pissed me off.
I drank some coffee, black
& it was horrible.

Life is horrible, &
I am stupid.
I think . . . . . . . . . . . . . .NOTHING.

Life is horrible, & I am stupid, indeed, Ted. Indeed.