Michael has perfected the art of escaping--he spent most of his
START: You think it’s just nifty how I’ve always flitted from Beverly Hills to Rome to Acapulco to Amsterdam, picking up a lot of one-night stands and a lot of custom-made duds along the trail, but I’m here to tell you that the only place in all those miles--the only place I’ve ever been happy--was on the goddamn plane.
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END: Is that what you think you’ve missed out on--my hysterical escapes from country to country, party to party, bar to bar, bed to bed, hangover to hangover, and all of it, hand to mouth! (A beat) Run, charge, run, buy, borrow, make, spend, run, squander, beg, run, run, run, waste, waste, waste! (A beat) And why? And why?
Crowley, Mart, The Boys in the Band, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1968, p. 16.
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