| I feel I'm too much in one world seeing only the cleanest, most innocent and beautiful and I can't see the darkest, dirtiest grotesqueries. Life completely focused on survival. NY has that feel, under the glitz and sheen of detergent. I can enter truly dive bars, but have to look the part or get pummeled right out of there. Not my idea of a good time, and even at my best I seem to always give off a scent, perhaps of soap. It drives the gargoyles right off, and I'm left with my melted ice with whiskey and the roaches. |