That Always Seemed To Be The Most

[drawing] And Making Things Was All We Ever Did. My Brother And I Built The Entire New York World's Fair Of 1939 In Miniature Out Of Wax. The Floor Of Our Room Was Covered With Little Waxen Buildings. Nobody Else Could Come In.

It's Only Adults Who Read The Top Layers Most Of The Time. I Think Children Read The Internal Meanings Of Everything.

My Sister Had Her Own Room. She Also Had Innumerable Boyfriends. I Had A Yo-yo Collection That Was Beyond Belief, And The Reason I Had It Was Mostly That I Would Stand In The Doorway Of The Living Room Watching Her And Her Boyfriend. Finally She Caught On How To Get This Kid Out Of The Way. Give Him A Yo-yo!

Thank God That Bumble-ardy's Parents Are Dead So We Don't Have To Wonder What They Did To Him. We Only Know That They Were Famous, And Famous People Have Unhappy Children For The Most Part. They Don't Have The Time To Take Care Of Them. So He's A Troubled Pig-boy, A Kid You've Got To Watch.

My Life In Brooklyn Was In Constant Danger Because Of My Bad Health.