say he went crazy…just got-up and quit one day…spent years in the bug-house… booby-hatch…crazy farm…that’s what I heard…

went off and married some hooker in Bangladesh…maybe it was Bangkok…anyway…it was a prostitute…probably Asian…he always liked the exotic…too damn exotic for likes of ’round here…

d’ya ever really talk to the guy…strange…read books all the time…listened to jazz…what a nut-case… he’s rottin’ away in some mental ward…wouldn’t ‘sprise me…

spotted up in Chicago….then he went everywhere a soul could go…flyin’ ’round America on foot…hitchin’ rides from truckers…odd jobs…livin’ in homeless shelters…sleepin’ under bridges…beggin’ in the streets like one ah those foriegn Gypsies in Paris…who knows…who cares

d’ya try the pizza rolls…