Once one of my friends said, ” there’s a problem in writing poems sitting in just one place…you can’t think of any glorious over the top stories to remember, and that’s not good. Come on, get up and see the ambience.’ 

I said, ‘ Man, I have always written about two things…a crazy city and a fine bottle of whiskey…and they don’t need stories to defy them…I don’t want any memories to remember. Better you sit here and smoke a cigarette with me.’