The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?

Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.

one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty