The Puppet Thinks: It's Not

The Past Scampers Like An Alley Cat Through The Present, Leaving The Paw Prints Of Memories Scattered Helter-skelter.

Living On The Street As A Kid Changed The Way I Looked At Everything. It Was A Different Time And While It Had Its Dangers, It Was Nothing Like It Would Be Today. It Was The Summer Of Love And There Was A Real Sense Of Community Among Us. We Were Hippies Who Looked Out For Each Other Instead Of Trying To Rip Each Other Off. We Only Had To Watch Out For The Police Who Liked To Roust Us Just On General Principles, And The Kids Who Came In From The Suburbs To Do A Little Hippie-bashing.

When All's Said And Done, All Roads Lead To The Same End. So It's Not So Much Which Road You Take, As How You Take It.

It Reminded Me Of That Tongue-in-cheek Quick History Of Art I'd Overheard...used To Be People Couldn't Draw Very Well, Then They Could, And Now They Can't Again.

You Wouldn't Want Any Creative Process To Lose Its Sense Of Fun And Adventure, But That Doesn't Mean You Can't Take It Seriously As Well.