Anyone who’s gotta tell you
what kinda guy they are
ain’t much of a guy.
The local hormone census ofttimes overlooks those under the bed. (“Hey you, come on outta there!” “It’s just me.” “I know – that’s what scares me.”)
“Kid,” cautioned the old codger, “Never forget, it's easier to make people scream than it is to make them wanna know why they’re screamin’.”
And a fan writes to say:
“Dear Sir: The way you put things is so weird, and yet not so weird, that the combination of the two is extremely weird.”
Inscribed at the base of the statue commemorating the City’s founder were these, his reputed last words, “It Is A Fine Thing To Point In One Direction, Then Go In Another.”