It's Such A Human Condition,

I Was A Handsome Boy, A Very Handsome Young Man, Bright Blue Eyes, Mmm. I Would Make Trucks Skid Off The Road. Anyway, Girls Were Never A Problem; The Problem Was Me. But A Lot Of Guys Didn't Like Me Because I Made It Look So Easy, But It Wasn't Easy For Me Or Anybody. When You're 24, It's Not Easy. You Haven't Reached Anywhere That You Want To Be, So My Looks Helped Me Get In The Movies, And I'm Privileged That My Parents Came Up With What I Look Like. What They Did I'll Never Know And I Don't Care.

My Parents Were Hungarian Immigrants; My Father Was A Tailor And We Lived In The Back Of A Tailor Store. And That Was My First Inkling Of What It Was Like To Be Raised In America. It Had A Profound Effect On Me - I Saw Different People Coming In All The Time With Different Attitudes And I Liked It. And As I Grew Older, I Found That I Was Able To Use Something Inside Of Me To Get Some Sympathy If I Wanted It. I Used To Shine Shoes, And I Would Use A Waif-like Look. I'd Get A Dime And I'd Be As Happy As Could Be.

I Can't Sit Around And Wait For The Telephone To Ring.

But Where There Is No Art Show, I Would Still Be Painting.

I Used To Be Good Friends With My Depression, Saying Oh I'm So Depressed, Or Life Is Terrible.