Now what? Eventually you'll just run out of dreams. Oh, I mean there's world peace and all that, I know. Practically, though, I've had it all. Jamaica and I are coasting. Sometimes I don't know whether I'm meditating or if I'm just staring at walls. Yeah, I know. Probably staring.
Does it ever sound as though I'm bragging about my failures in life? I hope not. I hoped to sell records and I would have loved to play Shea Stadium. When it comes right down to it, however, I'm grateful for a life of rock'n'roll. If I fell in love too often and too head over heels, I apologize. To them, I mean. That was the best I could do.
Me and Popeye- we are what we are.