The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.
I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher...
I never had a cool older brother or sister to turn me on to cool music. I had...
I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.
