And Then We’ll All Go Off To

Dean's California--wild, Sweaty, Important, The Land Of Lonely And Exiled And Eccentric Lovers Come To Forgather Like Birds, And The Land Where Everybody Somehow Looked Like Broken-down, Handsome, Decadent Movie Actors.

That's The Story Of My Life Rich Or Poor And Mostly Poor And Truly Poor.

It Was A Rainy Night. It Was The Myth Of The Rainy Night.

Walking On Water Wasn't Built In A Day.

Last Night I Walked Clear Down To Times Square & Just As I Arrived I Suddenly Realized I Was A Ghost - It Was My Ghost Walking On The Sidewalk.