βWhen it starts to get crowded, Iβll leave. Β Because I canβt stand the looks. Β You know how many people were gonna sit on that bench over there, but decided against it, because of whatβs sitting right here? Β I drank myself into homelessness. Β So Iβm not looking for violins or tissues. Β But I used to be in the mainstream. Β I was somebody once, and people used to look at me without any barriers or animosity. Β I can tell you this: when John Lennon sings βImagine,β itβs complete bullshit. Β He was living in the Dakota when he wrote that, overlooking Central Park. Β Imagine no possessions? Β He should have written a song about all the wonderful things that he had. Β Imagine nothing to live or die for? Β No Yoko? Β No career? Β No child? Β No fame? Β No status? Β Well here I am. Β Thereβs no peace here.β
