Well, I stay up too late and get up too early, before my hands know what to do. I turn up the volume when Bruce Springsteen comes on the radio and I sing until my lungs give out. I like the smell of gasoline and the color brown. I like walkie-talkies and watches. I like pliers and cameras and banjos and ampersands and the shape of hands. I still share secrets with Count Basie. I like calendars but I’m not organized enough to use them.
I like my coffee black and my whiskey sweet. I wear my boots until the soles fall off.