Weekends can last forever. Of course, sometimes they last two days. It is better not to be alone than dry your eyes. Oooh! Starting to get a bit melancholy, aren’t we? Have no fear...
“Fear Is Never Boring”
I’m trying too hard to be creative.
Dave, get a haircut.
Hell, no, we won’t go...”
Well, I’ll be The Damned.
I would love to go back to Georgia on a college road trip with a half dozen friends. Two cars, signs in the windows, and a babe that looks like Justine Bateman.
God, I want that Rolling Stone.
Family Ties is on tonight.
Art class, art class. You blonde, you.
“It’s hard to be a man when there’s a girl in your head...”
Close, but no cigar. Cabiche? Oh, those New York gang stories and Kiss posters. And the paddle and potty pass. Stand! Can you believe that?
“Change, it doesn’t matter who you are...”
“Ch- ch- ch- changes...”
“I’m moving through some changes...”
“Don’t change a thing for me...”
“It’s getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper. Something’s gonna give under this pressure. And the cracks are already beginning to show. It’s too late.”