He tried out ranch hand, surveyor, railroad worker, lumberjack, rodeo cowboy, stuntman, and radio disk jockey before he landed on poetry. We can't figure out if he did it FOR the girls or because he HATED girls.
After complaining of a variety of symptoms, including that his hands were shaky, his knees were weak, he was itching like a man on a fuzzy tree, he had fever in the morning, fever all through the night, and, finally, that he was breathless, he was returned to sender, address unknown. No such person. No such zone.
(d) May 6th, 2002