Oh, New Orleans is such freedom.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

Psycho? The woman's senile. We had to stop at about thirty gas stations on the way over here. Finally I got tired of getting out of the car and showing her which was the Men's and which was the Women's, so I let her pick them herself. I worked out a system. The law of averages. I laid money on her and she came out about fifty-fifty.

I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teen-age beach musical. I almost collapsed during the singing sequence on surfboard.

The human desire for food and sex is relatively equal. If there are armed rapes, why should there not be armed hot dog thefts?

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.