School Allowed Me To Have Outlets So

There's Art On The Show That's Really Bad - These Cliché Abstract Expressionist Gestural Things. It's Almost Like Extensions Of My Performance, Because In The Scene I'm Really Mad.

I Worked The Drive-through At Mcdonald's And Tried Out Different Accents - Italian, Russian, Irish.

All I Know Is That When I Needed Mcdonald’s, Mcdonald’s Was There For Me.

I Felt, Implicitly, Or Not So Implicitly, That Subjects About Women And Other Races Were Out Of My Jurisdiction As A Creator. That If I Moved Too Far From My Own Experience, And My Own Established Identity, I Would Be Criticized For Taking Even More Of Those Wedding Pies From Others.

I Wouldn't Want To Live Life In An Untroubled Garden, Blissful And Ignorant. I Would Want To Get Out Into The World, And Be A Part Of Something. In A Way I Was Born Into The Garden Of Eden, Or As Close As You Can Get In Our World; I Was Born White, Male, And In Palo Alto. I Had It Pretty Kush.