I am not interested in living in a city where there isn't a production by Samuel Beckett running.

I could feel her breasts up against my stomach. I wanted a beer real bad.

With me, something different and deep, in bright focus and pointing the way, arrived in the practice of hitchhiking. I am the spirit and the heart of hitchhiking, I am its cortex and its medulla, I am its foundation and its culmination, I am the jewel in its lotus.

We called her Mother Earth. Because she gave birth to us, and then we sucked her dry.

Written By Jon Stewart

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