i hate to meet all this well situated people after more than thirty years of silense, they visit the now old dirty from yesteryesterday which whom they lived once togehter, to look, o he lives, and oh, he plays songs on the piano, he must be fine, and i hate to do him my absence after he has so much worked on having a big party, i should take my old demons, change em into rage and change that rage on my piano playing, now, he‘d ‚ve said he will let me play everything,