When I was little my dad told me to forget the fear of God...as long as he was bigger than me, there was nothing ELSE to fear. By the time I was bigger than he was, we had reached an understanding. . . .
As one of those old, kinda worn out beatnics, I think I should get off my duff and campaign for my personal issues. I thought they were all solved, and that I could go on with the party, unconcerned . . .
