Los Angeles was an impression of failure of disappointment of despair and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.
In those days boxing was very glamorous and romantic. You listened to fights...
The Soviet Union did not achieve victory over the West so was my information...
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
