Such a beautiful sound should open up your eyes, and, like a sliver of light, it will guide you. Such violent rage will creep in while you sleep. You're holding pictures of far off places. I asked you, "Where the hell is Boston?" because you love geography. You said, "It's north of New York City, but it's also kind of east." I love the way you said that. It's so typical of you. You decide on one direction: to be decidedly confused. But it's our way out now. Such a beautiful sound should open up your eyes, and such magnificent art should move you. I wish I had an offer and an open avenue. I wish the means justified the measures. You will never not remind me. You're always knocking on my door to say, "Keep your mind and body active to keep yourself from getting bored." I hate it when you do that, especially when your day is only Country Classic records to make your world go away. But it's our way out now...