White rabbit

No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.

Loss either teaches you to persist in the face of suffering, or hardens you into a bitter cynic. Sometimes, it does a little of both.

I don’t like old people on a rock and roll stage. Me included.

Janis [Joplin] knew more than I did about “how it was”, but she lacked enough armor for the inevitable hassles. She was open and spontaneous enough to get her heart trampled with a regularity that took me thirty years to experience or understand.

I don’t miss anything about the 1960s, not really. I did it. It’s like asking, ‘Do you miss the fourth grade?’ I loved the fourth grade when I was in it, but I don’t want to do it again.

Without alcohol I’d be richer by two million dollars that went to pay lawyer’s fees.
All from Grace Slick

3 thoughts on “White rabbit

  1. bc says:

    Also … I’m afraid I have turned into the cynic Grace is talking about.
    I thought she was poor and living toothless on the street but I guess she probably really isn’t.
    Oh! I looked her up! She’s alive and well and making fairly naive but likeable art in Santa Monica or somewhere like that in Southern CA. I looked up where and forgot by the time I got this far. Nice.


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