Jim was also like a cousin, but more of a soul brother.

My cousin eventually liked my poetry. He thought I didn't draft enough, but came around to my impulsive style as having potential. This is my cousin:

I have felt an unusual optimism lately. And I am sure it is just forming, from something deep, and longing to be free. Some new possibility from my life that flows sweet from the sky.

Now for hair cuts and ham sandwiches.