When You Leave New York You Ain't

People Born In Queens, Raised To Say That Each Morning They Get On The Subway And "go To The City," Have A Resentment Of Manhattan, Of The Swiftness Of Its Life And Success Of The People Who Live There.

Complainant Received Immediate Lacerations Of The Credibility.

When You Stop Drinking, You Have To Deal With This Marvelous Personality That Started You Drinking In The First Place.

All Political Power Is Primarily An Illusion. Illusion. Mirrors And Blue Smoke, Beautiful Blue Smoke Rolling Over The Surface Of Highly Polished Mirrors, First A Thin Veil Of Blue Smoke, Then A Thick Cloud That Suddenly Dissolves Into Wisps Of Blue Smoke, The Mirrors Catching It All, Bouncing It Back And Forth.

Out In The Ocean, A Rope Is Put Around The Man's Neck. The Other End Of The Rope Is Attached To An Old Jukebox And It Is Thrown Overboard. The Man Invariably Follows.