Hombre, There Are Bodegas Open All Night

A Good Life Is Not Measured By Any Biblical Span.

You Ought To Dream. All Our Biggest Businessmen Have Been Dreamers.

For We Have Thought The Longer Thoughts And Gone The Shorter Way. And We Have Danced To Devils' Tunes, Shivering Home To Pray; To Serve One Master In The Night, Another In The Day.

I Kept This To Remind Me Of You Trying To Brush Away The Villa Rossa From Your Teeth In The Morning, Swearing And Eating Aspirin And Cursing Harlots. Every Time I See That Glass I Think Of You Trying To Clean Your Conscience With A Toothbrush.

For What Are We Born If Not To Aid One Another?