Youth, Love, Death

Youth, Love, DeathYouth: When I brought the NewsI thought I was going to be a millionaire. With morocco-bound books for looks everywhere. And even a drive that went for a mile through the trees and little lakes and lilies. So in my best serious face I stood in line for the job and told the nervous man I'd work very hard.Every afternoon loaded down I set off on the outskirts of town folding papers with a sleight of hand and flicking them across the gray porches. And even in an open window for a l...