It's a fine line between the truly hip and the wondrously square, isn't it? I don't claim to be any judge but it has always seemed to me that the ones who set the fashion usually could care less about fashion. Oh, you've got your Oscar Wildes and your Gloria Vanderbilts who work at it because it's fun but I'll tell you what a punk is. It's a white kid in Memphis going downtown in pink, pegged pants and a black lace shirt in 1954. With sideburns!
Nobody ever accused me of being hip. For that I am thankful. You think that maybe I don't realize how childish it is to preach this stuff about peace and love? Harrumph. Pray for peace. Love, love, love.
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