The Truth Is . . . You

We All Have Some Proper Noun To Blame.

Picture Anybody Growing Up So Stupid He Didn't Know That Hope Is Just Another Phase You'll Grow Out Of.

I Didn't Use Anybody's Story. I Used The Context And The Structure Of The Situation. People Were So, So Desperate To Tell Their Story And Begin To Digest Their Experience - Like Turning It Into A Story - That After The Fist Few Weeks I Could Go With A Pad And Pencil And Take Notes. People Didn't Seem At All Bothered By That.

I'm Not So Much A Good Friend As I'm The Savior Who Wants You To Worship Him Forever.

Nobody's Told Me Anything To Date That I've Been Completely Reviled By.