You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before

... Hey, I Didn't Know You Didn't Like Baloney." I Went Cold. "i Don't Like It. I Never Liked It." Soda Just Looked At Me. "you Used To Eat It. That's Why You Wouldn't Eat Anything While You Were Sick. You Kept Saying You Didn't Like Baloney, No Matter What It Was We Were Trying To Get You To Eat." "i Don't Like It," I Repeated.

The Difference Is That Was Then, This Is Now.

I Have No Idea Why I Write. The Old Standards Are: I Like To Express My Feelings, Stretch My Imagination, Earn Money.

I'm A Good Judge Of My Own Work.

He Sure Put Things Into Words Good.