For Life Is Holy And Every Moment

I'd Rather Hop Freights Around The Country And Cook My Food Out Of Tin Cans Over Wood Fires, Than Be Rich And Have A Home Or Work.

But There's No Joy At All, People Say "oh Well He's Drunk And Happy Let Him Sleep It Off"--the Poor Drunkard Is *crying*--he's Crying For His Mother And Father And Great Brother And Great Friend, He's Crying For Help. (p.111)

I Just Won't Sleep," I Decided. There Were So Many Other Interesting Things To Do.

It Is Possible For The Human Spirit To Win After All.

I Think It's All Lovely Hallucination But I Love It Sorta.