I Was Drawn To All

The World Is Full Of Boring, Identical And Mindless People.

There Was Nothing Glorious About The Life Of A Drinker Or The Life Of A Writer.

I Wasn't Sleeping On The Streets At Night. Of Course, There Were A Lot Of Good People Sleeping In The Streets. They Weren't Fools, They Just Didn't Fit Into The Needed Machinery Of The Moment. And Those Needs Kept Altering.

Why Do You Insist Upon Destroying Yourself?

Figuring The Average Poet Starts At 16, I Am 23.