...most Of The Time We Were Alone

To Think That So Much Comes To So Little, To Think That Life Is Really Short.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

They Spent All Week Saving Pennies And Went Out Saturdays To Spend Fifty Bucks In Three Hours.

Dean's California--wild, Sweaty, Important, The Land Of Lonely And Exiled And Eccentric Lovers Come To Forgather Like Birds, And The Land Where Everybody Somehow Looked Like Broken-down, Handsome, Decadent Movie Actors.

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.