“ And somewhereout there,in the river ofaddicts, alcoholics,wife beaters,doormats,overeducated legalized thieves,fascist police,and bitter rivalries—someone told meit’s a good city,and I don’t knowwhat’… Volatalistic Phil
“ But there’s a million of thesetowns that are like factories,breeding hate and fear that onlythe fortunate will never meetAnd these zoomed upkids die like saints, forsomeone else’s dollar Volatalistic Phil
