far to trite
i was living in a third floor cold water one room walk up on third ave. in 1949 5.oo a week.
saw much of this life and the hipster world before i left for korea in 1951.
when i returned it was still in motion,some of the best and most brilliant people i ever knew,and some of the greatest sociopaths that ever lived,however i wouldnt trade those times for anything.
now that i am back in the mountains of my youth it sometimes seem like a dream.