Atlantic City had floy floy coming out of its ears in those days. Atlantic City, my old friend. Don’t touch the suit. I ain’t got nobody. I worked for the people who worked for the people. If I’m gonna get busted for money and drugs, I wanna have that money and drugs on me. Lou … Read more
–I’m sick and tired of six. –Sir? –Why isn’t it seven? Or even eight? –You know, Mr. Spanish, I’ve been thinking. You remind me of someone I’m quite fond of. –Oh, yes…who? –Me. At long last love. I get a kick out of you. It’s de-lovely. Just one of those things. You’re the top. Page … Read more
I finished the sculpture. I didn’t know where it was going, but that was ok. I really enjoyed letting it take on its own life; letting it just be what it was, without me pushing or doubting myself. And what it was, was beautiful. Let’s keep it going on. Love is where you are. Maybe … Read more