The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.
I haven't found a drug yet that can get you anywhere near as high as a sitting at a desk writing, trying to imagine a story no matter how bizarre it is, [or] going out and getting into the weirdness of reality and doing a little time on the Proud Highway.
Just sick enough to be totally confident
A word to the wise is infuriating.
There is no way to understand the public reaction to the sight of a Freak smashing a coconut with a hammer on the hood of a white Cadillac in a Safeway parking lot unless you actually do it, and I tell you it's tense.