He Seems To Me To Be Headed

Don't Use The Phone. People Are Never Ready To Answer It. Use Poetry.

La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal Of American Cities; Ny Gets God-awful Cold In The Winter But There's A Feeling Of Wacky Comradeship Somewhere In Some Streets. La Is A Jungle.

They Spent All Week Saving Pennies And Went Out Saturdays To Spend Fifty Bucks In Three Hours.

We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For Love Is A Duel, And Looked At Each Other For The Last Time.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.