First Of All; Frank Was The Boss. We Didn't Question Any Of His Motives Or Decisions At The Time.
How Many People Came And Stayed A Certain Time, Uttered Light Or Dark Speech That Became Part Of You Like Light Behind Windblown Fog And Sand Filtered And Influenced By It, Until No Part Remains That Is Surely You.
This Blowing Dust Became Increasingly Thicker. It Was Very Much Like Landing In A Fast Moving Ground Fog.
Simon Had Drawn Three Pictures. In The Top Left Corner, Like A Salutation, Was A Ghost. The Middle Had A Big Sketch Of Arnold Schwarzenegger As The Terminator. The Third In Place Of A Signature, Was A Lightning Bolt Surrounded By Fog. Beside The Drawing, Someone Had Scrawled In Inch-high Letters 10 A.m. Tori Snatched It From Me And Turned It Over. "so Where's The Message?" "right There." I Pointed From Picture To Picture. "it Says: Chloe, I'll Be Back, Simon.
The Gentleman Puts Me In Mind Of An Old Hen Which Persists In Setting After Her Eggs Are Taken Away.
I Am Not An Expert. That Is Someone Else's Job. If I Were Expert, The Approach Would Be All Wrong. It Would Be From The Inside. I Am A Blunderer. I Usually Don't Know What I Am Going Into At The Start. I Go Into The Fog And Trust Something Will Be There.
The Gentleman Puts Me In Mind Of An Old Hen Which Persists In Setting After Her Eggs Are Taken Away.
I Am Not An Expert. That Is Someone Else's Job. If I Were Expert, The Approach Would Be All Wrong. It Would Be From The Inside. I Am A Blunderer. I Usually Don't Know What I Am Going Into At The Start. I Go Into The Fog And Trust Something Will Be There.
I Went Out There For A Thousand A Week, And I Worked Monday, And I Got Fired Wednesday. The Guy That Hired Me Was Out Of Town Tuesday.
