Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.


Postcards From the Edge (ed. Simon and Schuster, 2011) - ISBN: 9781849833653


Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.