Does My Eye Look Okay To You?

I Was Born Into Bolívar's Labyrinth, And So I Must Believe In The Hope Of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

My Heart Is Really Pounding," I Said. "that's How You Know You're Having Fun," Margo Said.

If People Were Like Rain, I Was Like Drizzle And She Was A Hurricane.

In Retrospect Hank I Don't Know Why I Spent Four Years Writing This Book When I Could Have Just Made A Hit Sing-a-ma-jig Album.

The World Went On, As It Does, Without My Full Participation, And I Only Woke Up From The Reverie When Someone Said My Name.