I Became A Copy Boy. Not For

If You Gather A Lot Of Stuff, Then You Write It, Write In Scenes With Dialogue. Somewhere In The Middle, Rising From All This Research Like Strong Metal Towers, Is Your Opinions.

The Professional Arsonist Builds Vacant Lots For Money.

You See, The Mets Are Losers, Just Like Nearly Everybody Else In Life. This Is The Team For The Cab Driver Who Gets Held Up And The Guy Who Loses Out On A Promotion Because He Didn't Maneuver Himself To Lunch With The Boss Enough. It Is The Team For Every Guy Who Has To Get Out Of Bed In The Morning And Go To Work For Short Money On A Job He Does Not Like. The Yankees? Who Does Well Enough To Root For Them, Laurence Rockefeller?

The Auditorium, Named After A Dead Queens Politician Is Windowless In Honor Of The Secrecy In Which He Lived And, Probably, The Bank Vaults He Frequented.

I Think It Would Be Very Good If Writers And Artists Take A Stand In Electoral Politics. They've Got The Ability To Put Words Together That Might Reach The Ears Of The People Of The City Who Vote.