I Just Lost My Tension Again Issue no. 53 Winter 1972 I walk around with no ideals or goals. I pass ripe blackberry bushes. There’s a man in me who would prove. He is right but little else. My knowledge of people was built up somewhere else. It was a heavy-handed preparation and it dies hard. I blew money. I lost things. I got over the loud thing for awhile. Loud or quiet is about the same. It means you don’t have anything to come on to people with. And you have to give up first.