Okay Greasers,you've Had It.

I Guess I Just Couldn't See Standing There -- Alive, Talking, Thinking, Breathing, Being -- One Second, And Dead The Next. It Really Bothered Me. Death By Violence Isn't The Same As Dying Any Other Way, Accident Or Disease Or Old Age. It Just Ain't The Same.

All Of A Sudden It Felt Like People Were Peering Over My Shoulder, Wondering What I Would Write Next. I Was Blocked For Four Years.

Sixteen Years On The Streets And You Can Learn A Lot. But All The Wrong Things, Not The Things You Want To Learn. Sixteen Years On The Streets And You See A Lot. But All The Wrong Sights, Not The Things You Want To See.

They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought, They Used To Be Friends, And Now They Hate Each Other Because One Has To Work For A Living And The Other Comes From The West Side. They Shouldn't Hate Each Other.

Get Smart And Nothing Can Touch You.