One of Us Cannot Be Wrong
“I wrote this in a peeling room in the Chelsea Hotel before I was rich and famous and they gave me well-painted rooms. I was coming off amphetamines. I was pursuing a blonde lady whom I’d met in a Nazi poster. And I was doing many things to attract her attention. I was lighting wax and cones of sandalwood… I lit a thin green candle…”
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