I Think That All The Years Of

Second Only To The Sea, The Miami Sky Has Been The Greatest Comfort In My Life Past 50. On A Good Day, When The Wind Blows From The South, The Light Here Is Diffuse And Forgiving.

I Stayed In L.a. Long Enough To Get On My Feet, And Then I Moved Back To New York. The Reason I Moved Here Was That I Don't Feel Warm Outside Of A City; It's Too Barren In The Suburbs, And L.a. Is A Suburb. Here, It Felt Active.

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Get Out Of The Western World. I Went Down To Grenada And Looked At A Place, And I Realised That If I Lived In A Grenadian Manner I'd Be Nothing But A Blah. I'm Going To Need Constant Bodyguarding, Guns And Money To Join The Community There. Otherwise You Just Got A Bunch Of Fat, Old White People Dying Together, Overeating, Drinking. Not Very Attractive.

Well, I Don't Use The Toilet Much To Pee In. I Almost Always Pee In The Yard Or The Garden, Because I Like To Pee On My Estate.