It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet

Stu Walked Bennie Over To Chris In The Chair And Parted His Hair To Reveal Some Tan Little Creatures The Size Of Poppy Seeds Moving Around On His Scalp. Bennie Felt Himself Grow Faint.'lice' The Barber Whispered.'they Get It At School'. 'but He Goes To Private School' Bernie Had Blurted.'in Crandale,new York!

Be Willing And Unafraid To Write Badly, Because Often The Bad Stuff...forms A Base On Which To Build Something Better.

They Were Snobs Or Idiots Or Both...yet She Was Inexplicably Crushed By Their Coldness.

[i]t May Be That A Crowd At A Particular Moment Of History Creates The Object To Justify Its Gathering.

I Don’t Want To Fade Away, I Want To Flame Away - I Want My Death To Be An Attraction, A Spectacle, A Mystery. A Work Of Art.