To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing. The need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad.
To loving tension, no pension, to more then one dimension. To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension. Not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad.
To riding your bike mid-day past the three piece suits. To fruits. To no absolutes. To Absolut. To choice. To the Village Voice. To any passing fad.
To being an 'us' for once instead of a 'them'.
Viva La Vie Bohem!