He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car. That killed me. I can just see the big phony bastard shifting into first gear and asking Jesus to send him a few more stiffs.

What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of good-by. I mean I‘ve left schools and places I didn‘t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don‘t care if it‘s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I‘m leaving it. If you don‘t, you feel even worse.