A Piano Might Fall On Your Head,

I'm A Century Old, An Impossible Age, And My Brain Has No Anchor In The Present. Instead It Drifts, Nearly Always To The Same Shore. Today, As Most Days, It Is 1962. The Year I Discovered Love.

Now Let's Try To Understand That Falling Into Sexual And Emotional Thrall With An Underage Blood Relative Hadn't Exactly Been On My List Of Things To Do While Visiting England,but I Was Coming Around To The Belief That Whether You Liked It Or Not, Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just Have To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.

I Guess The Difference Between Gin And Me Is That When Gin Got Shut In The Barn She Thought Edmond Didn't Love Her Anymore But Because I Could Feel Edmond Out There Somewhere Always Loving Me I Didn't Have To Howl All Night.

Staying Alive Was What We Did To Pass The Time.

This Was What Happiness Felt Like - This Wondrous, Miraculous Alternative To Dread.