Be groovy or leave, man - Bob Dylan

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet'. Visions of Johanna

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

It seemed I'd always been chasing after something, anything that moved -a car, a bird, a blowing leaf -anything that might lead me into some more lit place, some unknown land downriver. I had not even the vaguest notion of the broken world I was living in, what society could do with you.