I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw — the sky. I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and time time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself$$$ what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be? What am I doing in an office$$$ making a contemptuous$$$ begging fool of myself$$$ when all I want is out there$$$ waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that$$$ Willy?