...you Can Hate A Place

I Have A Great Deal Of Experience In Justifying Myself To Myself.

When I Get Through Tearing A Lobster Apart, Or One Of Those Tender West Coast Octopuses, I Feel Like I Had A Drink From The Fountain Of Youth.

I Never Felt At Home. I Stuck Outin New York City, Especially In Greenwich Village, Down Among The Cranks And The Misfits And The One-lungers And The Has-beens And The Might've Beens And The Would-bes And The Never-wills And The God-knows-whats, I Have Always Felt At Home.

...you Can Hate A Place With All Your Heart And Soul And Still Be Homesick For It.

Also, I Had Not Yet Found Out About Time; I Was Still Under The Illusion That I Had Plenty Of Time - Time For This, Time For That, Time For Everything, Time To Waste.