In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.
That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.