This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.