I go on working for the same reason that a hen goes on laying eggs.
I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.
But even with no money you could still go to places like the Scotch Club and, you know, John Lennon might be sitting right over there, but I was certainly not a part of any of that circle. I was truly peripheral.
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