Whenever Spring Comes To New York I

I Was Surprised, As Always, Be How Easy The Act Of Leaving Was, And How Good It Felt. The World Was Suddenly Rich With Possibility.

I Was Suddenly Left With Nothing In My Hands But A Handful Of Crazy Stars.

And Never Really Thought I'd Amount To Anything. It Was Precisely What I Wanted The Whole World To Think; Then I Could Sneak In, If That's What They Wanted, And Sneak Out Again, Which I Did.

I Wish The Whole World Was Dead Serious About Food Instead Of Silly Rockets And Machines And Explosives Using Everybody's Food Money To Blow Their Heads Off Anyway.

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.