“When it starts to get crowded, I’ll leave. Because I can’t stand the looks. You know how many people were gonna sit on that bench over there, but decided against it, because of what’s sitting right here? I drank myself into homelessness. So I’m not looking for violins or tissues. But I used to be in the mainstream. I was somebody once, and people used to look at me without any barriers or animosity. I can tell you this: when John Lennon sings ‘Imagine,’ it’s complete bullshit. He was living in the Dakota when he wrote that, overlooking Central Park. Imagine no possessions? He should have written a song about all the wonderful things that he had. Imagine nothing to live or die for? No Yoko? No career? No child? No fame? No status? Well here I am. There’s no peace here.”
