That’s why I like that line so much about my mind being a bad neighborhood I shouldn’t go into alone. It’s too often 4:00 A.M. in one’s mind, the hour of the black dogs, and there are so many muggers and drive-by shootings and piles of dog shit you step in just when you’re starting to feel better about things. One’s heart is the only safe place to be. There’s light there, there’s company, and quiet.
