I Knew It Would Be

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

We Are Here To Laugh At The Odds.

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.

I Remember When Each 4th Lot Was Vacant And Overgrown, And The Landlord Only Go This Rent When You Had It, And Each Day Was Clear And Good And Each Moment Was Full Of Promise.

Things Get Bad For All Of Us, Almost Continually, And What We Do Under The Constant Stress Reveals Who/what We Are.