What is your world like, Guest... I can see you walking down the street, the opposit way against traffic to make sure you are not kidnapped, your dark glasses and collar turned up... your dark glasses just above your high turtle neck collar, as you go to your local folk club, where you slide into the corner dark corner booth, facing the door, where you can watch for the dreaded folk asassins, looking for the few free thinkers, whos thoughts are so precious that if we knew their true identity they would not be safe to walk amongs us... Hey! I think I saw a film about you the other day, a beautiful mind! No offence ol' faceless cum... Larry