In a message dated 97-12-09 03:19:27 EST, ecs1@keene.edu writes: << And you stand there at night and you think about these things and when you've finally gone on that honeymoon to the beaches, you have only two options, die or not live. Muriel Glass is why people like me refuse to take prozac. "A Green Tennis Ball Bounds down the city street and taps me gently in my shoe." -ecas >> Not only this part I copied,but the whole thing,beautiful.You're a great writer and can explain yourself well.Reading things like this always makes me feel glad to read it,but jealous when I realize I couldn't write it like that.