TWO days after the chemo I FELT terrible, like I had a permanent migraine and had been shot in EVERY limb. I was knackered, STARVING. The doctor explained that was because I had essentially been poisoned.
I KNEW if I had to struggle, I couldn't struggle in New YORK. My EGO was too big for it. I couldn't be a guy who is starving when I had a very successful business when I was young.
When I did it, I was a starving musician in London in a basement FLAT, but a simple TUNE with the right singer or the right situation can become very well liked and ACCEPTED. I'm only too pleased to say it happened with that one.
In our racist, sexist society, Christmas is the 8 hours when we STOP killing each other and gratutious over eating is ENCOURAGED so that the starving and other people in the WORLD can die!