He takes the psycho path. I felt like a psycho coming home the other evening, needing peace and quiet, my residential street a happenning scene with two neighboring parties that went on well into the night. I had to park …
yeah, who'd have thought that laid back, hippy-dippy leucadia would be the noisiest place to live. you get used to white noise--the train barreling past umpteen times a day, although i'm sure at least one conductor sits his rear end …
