On some nights, I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.
Still humping the American Dream
I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me
Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
Wake up and ponder the future
How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.