If The Cards Are Stacked Against You,

...it Isn't Foolish Or Wicked To Enjoy. Wickedness Is Hurting People On Purpose. I Love What You Are And Who You Are And How You Are. You Give Me Great Joy. And You Make Horrible Coffee.

New York Is Where It Is Going To Begin, I Think. You Can See It Coming. The Insect Experts Have Learned How It Works With Locusts. Until Locust Population Reaches A Certain Density, They All Act Like Any Grasshoppers. When The Critical Point Is Reached, They Turn Savage And Swarm, And Try To Eat The World. We're Nearing A Critical Point. One Day Soon Two Strangers Will Bump Into Each Other At High Noon In The Middle Of New York. But This Time They Won't Snarl And Go On. They Will Stop And Stare And Then Leap At Each Others

As I Holed Up In The City Of Angels, I Was Also Aware Of A Comforting Feeling Of Anonymity. In The World's Biggest Third-class City I Could Pass Unnoticed. I Spoke The Language. I Was Familiar With The Currency. I Could Drink The Water. I Could Almost Breathe The Air, Late April Air, Compounded Of Interesting Hydrocarbons.

It's No Good Telling Somebody They're Trying Too Hard. It's Very Much Like Ordering A Child To Go Stand In A Corner For A Half Hour And Never Once Think About Elephants.

Night And Gin And Music-the Right Setting For Peeling Off The Thin Clinging Layers Of Bullshit And Finding One's Way Down Closer To The Essential Self.