After I Left D.c. To Join Black

Somewhere, Someone Isn’t Impressed By Your Looks. Not All Men Jump Through The Hoops Of Your Fire. You’re Unbelievably Boring To More People Than You’ll Ever Know.

To Burn A Cdr Of Music You Like To Give As A Gift To Someone You Wish To Become Closer To Is A Cold, Moist-palmed, Mouth-breathing Bummer.

I Don't Want To Go With The Smooth Skin And The Calm Brow. I Hope I End Up A Blithering Idiot Cursing The Sun - Hallucinating, Screaming, Giving Obscene And Inane Lectures On Street Corners And Public Parks.

I Am Talking About Ultimate Deceit. I Am Talking About Unparalleled Treachery. Bottomless Lies. Depths That Are Seen That Are Previously Unimaginable. Darkness And Shattering Despair That Could Break Bones. Paranoia And Horror That Could Stop The Heart Cold. All Inflicted On One's Self By One's Self. The Soul Turns Schizophrenic And Goes Hopelessly Insane.

I Have Always Identified With Joan Didion's Depiction Of Los Angeles And Southern California, Ever Since Reading 'play It As It Lays,' 'slouching Towards Bethlehem' And 'the White Album.'