[Diddle E. Squat]

When I chew warm gum, it sounds like:

Ob-la-di Ob-la-da Ob-la-day-ah, la-la-la-la

But life goes on...

[bulldogs]

Woman. How about that crummy song? Who can do something with that. This song is proof of crud.

[I'll be your Huckleberry]

It was the best of times and the worst of times. It was raining.

I was driving in from the Bronx to our apartment in Hell's Kitchen when I heard the news on the radio.

By the time I got to the Dakota the police had the blue barriers up around the entrance and there were about 50 people standing in the rain.

There was one single candle lit in the window above the entrance (someone else's home), and a few candles burning under umbrellas in the street.

I can still feel the grayness, cold and heartbreak of that day.

"Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."