Joe Bonomo has written a fine book: a book not only about a band or times passed, but also about the rare virtue of endurance.

Joe Bonomo has written a fine book: a book not only about a band or times passed, but also about the rare virtue of endurance.

You see, I needed to go to Hell.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

People think they're gonna make a living off poetry. Ten years ago, maybe a couple of people did. Right now, no one, I don't think.

The thing is, the more you fear death, the more you die. So it really doesn't pay off. It's a fear of the dark. Like any experience in life, you wonder, Well, if this ever happens, how would I react? and then it happens, and only then do you know.

The appeal for drugs has dwindled. Except for actual opium. If I could get real opium, I'd stir it in my hot coffee every morning. People keep giving me marijuana. I've got pouches in a drawer. I've been meaning to smoke a joint and watch Abbott and Costello Go to Mars. I planned to do this three months ago and I still haven't gotten around to it.