Capo 7th Fret  I don't change my mind in just one day                                                                                                          Situations change and that's okay                                                                                                                      Looking back takes away from today                        ...

Be my good bad girl  from a quarter to eleven till a quarter to three

 In the middle of the night 

 When I was a younger man I wanted to play in a rock and roll band                                                             I didn't wanna be an idol I just wanted to play in the band ... That's all I wanted to do                                  I just wanted to play in the band ... That's all I wanted to do                                                                                  I got off the school bus and went to the drummer's house He was a really cool dude                   ...

She was talking incessantly. I felt something was wrong. When she started dancing on the hood of her car and baring her breasts, I knew something was definitely wrong! I tried to calm her down, but she started screaming at me. This attracted the attention of the police. I was very glad to see them; I thought they would help me to get her some help. She was having a manic episode and I wanted to get her into a hospital fast. I was afraid the police would haul her off to jail for lewd and disruptive behavior. I explained to them that she needed medical attention and they asked her some questions. “What’s your name,” “What day is it,” “Who is the President of the United States?” She was able to answer all of the questions correctly, so the police figured she was fine. After they left, she continued with the spectacle. Again, I tried to coax her into letting me take her to the hospital, but this time, she ran. I managed to corner her in the subway station, and I asked the token booth clerk...

New York in mid-September can be a bit chilly - particularly in the shade. The parks are usually quite sunny and some days, one can be comfortable in just a T-shirt. The morning of September 11, 2001 was one of these unusually warm mornings. My fellow sidewalk booksellers and I were out in full force with our best merchandise on the nicest day we've had since graduation. Then we needed a lot of Ken Kesey and Timothy Leary since all that were left were the aging hipsters. We had lengthy discussions about who would come earliest to secure the best spot on the block for himself. These were our concerns: That we can exercise our Firsta Amendment Rights without harassment from some self proclaimed authority figure and that it doesn't rain. The New York University Administration and the NYU Bookstore cannot be counted among the number of supporters the sidewalk booksellers have acquired. We provided excellent books at a price that left the students with some money left ov...