This is the era of the wonderful nonsense.

Where the flappers are who they are and the fads are what they are.

Mary Pickfield when she saw that gurl on the korner.

It was a 1st time national attraction.

It was like the duke stepped down from his high horse and asked to take your order.

New horizons were on the brink of a beatiful disaster waiting in the gloom.

America goes dry and the pubs shut down and the bootleggers open up.

I don't really understand all this shit.

All this mess.

That we got our ownselves into.