at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window the horns and the firecrackers went off and it thundered. I'd gone to bed at 9:00 p.m. turned out the lights pulled up the covers -- their gaiety, their happiness their screams, their paper hats, their automobiles, their women their amateur drunks... New Year's Eve always terrifies me life knows nothing of years. now the horns have stopped and the firecrackers and the thunder... it's all over in five minutes... all I hear is the rain on the palm leaves, and I think, I will never understand men, but I have lived it through.
Damn, that's so true, absolutely, cheers
Everything feels like only five minutes when it’s about to end. Nice find, Erik.