I'm not leaving New York. And neither is anyone else. We're here. We are quintessential Americans - we're not only American, but New York-American.
What could there be more purely bright in truth's day star?
I've become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure.
Valium would have helped that bash.
I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.
You can't beat two guitars, bass, and drums.