The sun sets on my music. I used to pour wine into my head with blank men, failed men who remained unafraid in the dirty side streets of New York City......Now I'm just a colorless cut out of my potential......I think I'll vanish for a while....into Hemingway,Fante,Bukowski and a few hundred trips to the Racetrack....you can keep it...whatever the hell it is.
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