There's A New Medical Crisis. Doctors Are

Money Is Another Pressure. I'm Not Complaining, I'm Just Saying That There's A Certain Luxury In Having No Money. I Spent Ten Years In New York Not Having It, Not Worrying About It. Suddenly You Have It, Then You Worry, Where Is It Going? Am I Doing The Right Thing With It?

I'm Sixty-eight, I Cry Every Chance I Can.

It Isn’t A Big Jump In The Imagination To See Yourself Living Alone Like Mr Hoppy.

We Need To Band Together As A Unit Every Day, Especially To Conquer The Strength Of The Aids Virus.

God Knows I've Done Enough Crap In My Life To Grow A Few Flowers.