I Don't Have A Dime

If You Are Not Serious, People Will Sense It.

It Is Women Who Love Horror. Gloat Over It. Feed On It. Are Nourished By It. Shudder And Cling And Cry Out-and Come Back For More.

People, Chained By Monotony, Afraid To Think, Clinging To Certainties... They Live Like Ants.

I Look In The Mirror And Say To Myself, Can It Be You Once Played Romeo?

I Don't Have A Dime Left. I Am Dependent On My Friends For Food And A Small Old-age Pension.