"We were two sages on a Hollywood rooftop watching the sunrise and trying to figure out the way of the world. Engulfed in the stench created by the stirring of an early morning garbage truck... The early morning garbage trucks and street cleaners of Hollywood could clean the snail slime that we left, and remove the garbage we had wrought. They could clean it each and every day but they would never be entirely rid of it. We will be back to leave another trail tonight, or tomorrow, and these trails of slime and filth, blood and tears, could be cleaned but they will never be completely gone....