I'm Going Back To My Parrot Head

Any Attempts At Autobiography Before The Age Of Eighty Seem Pretty Self-involved To Me. There Are A Lot Of Smart Middle Aged People But Not Many Wise Ones.

And I Wound Up In New Orleans For All Those Years And It Was A Great Place, Really A Catalyst Creatively.

I Hate To Mention Age, But I Come From An Era When We Weren't Consumed By Technology And Television. My Mother Insisted That Her Children Read. To Describe My Scarce Leisure Time In Today's Terms, I Always Default To Reading.

I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

My Only Contact With The Outside World Was An Rca Victrola, And Elvis Would Sing, And Then I'd Dream About Expensive Cars.