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"I just wanted to shake the hand that patted the ass of Lana Turner"

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The Navy taught me a sterile sense of cleanliness, punctuality, and gave me the security of belonging. For the first time I was able to relate to my fellow man.

2/ doesn't hang up his clothes.

Lonesome people are a vast neglected segment of that mythical American Public the advertising men are always talking about. One mustn't assume that all lonely people are pensioners, old maids, and physically handicapped shut ins. There are lonesome young men who sit in the Greyhound Bus Station and there are secretaries who live in immaculate apartments that they wouldn't mind having messed up by some guy who doesn't

Wouldn't it be nice if all the people who are lonesome could live in one big dormitory, sleep in beds next to each other, talk, laugh, and keep the lights on as long as they want to?

Big big biiiig fan of wistfullness

Then, too, they were my mother and father-the mother and father I had always dreamed about- and I always had good company, which made me think about all the lonesome people who lived in furnished rooms with their container of milk or can of beer on the window ledge.