How can these boys stand a chance, these 4-f hairy poets and practitioners when they drink goat’s milk, punch clocks, raise families, move to Glendale, vote for Nixon, wax their cars, bury grandma, take vitamins, how can they make it. haw how can they make it???? standing outside the fire? You tell me, please, if you can play it safe and still sing the madman’s beautiful song? No. I’ll tell you. It’s impossible.
