OPPORTUNITY FOR GLENDA
Just marking time for the Generals again;
the sound of martial music, the tympani of
muscle. I think I'll move to Belgium, all over.
The sound and the beer are good, the place
has a fine reputation, and I can spruce up the
place with my patter. I can probably rent a
car before I buy one; something to get me
around, with a woman to boot. Why
die of boredom in this holler-shack
Hell. I've got terrain, and I've got
intention. What other things
need I mention?