But, Outside Of Being A Sweet Little

Dean's California--wild, Sweaty, Important, The Land Of Lonely And Exiled And Eccentric Lovers Come To Forgather Like Birds, And The Land Where Everybody Somehow Looked Like Broken-down, Handsome, Decadent Movie Actors.

No Fear Or Shame In The Dignity Of Your Experience, Language, And Knowledge.

Sal, We Gotta Go And Never Stop Going 'till We Get There.' 'where We Going, Man?' 'i Don't Know But We Gotta Go.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.

Don't Use The Phone. People Are Never Ready To Answer It. Use Poetry.