I have seen your dispatch expressing your unwillingness to break your hold where you are. Neither am I willing. Hold on with a bulldog grip, and chew and choke...

When you were spreading the cards, you always had a preconceived idea of what might happen. You never let the cards tell their own story; you were trying to make them confirm what you imagined you know.

I quit the tax job then and decided that I was going to play in a band. I answered ads in the Village Voice and went through two days of auditioning for bands.

Written By Robert Quine

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