Wake Up And Live. It's A Fast

My Worst Fear Is That I'll End Up Living In Some Run-down Duplex On Wilshire Wearing Pants Hiked Up To My Nipples And Muttering Under My Breath.

I Never Had A Role That I Set Out For. I Always Wanted To Have A Body Of Work That I'm Proud Of. Save For Two Projects, Which Will Never Pass My Lips, I'm Happy With What I've Done.

I Have More Fun And More Grand And Glorious Moments Of My Life Than Anyone I've Never Known. I Know That Some People Call That Manic-depress, And That Other People Call That Being Touched By God. I Just Call Myself Lucky.

It's Fun To See The Light In Someone's Eyes. It's Fun To Give Your Own Eccentric Experience And Have It Land. That's Fun.

I Spoke So Much About Being A Manic-depressive. I Want To Bring Everyone Back To My Earliest Memories Of This Companion Of Mine. Some People Call This Companion I Have An Ailment, Or Worse A Terrible Nightmare From Which Some People Cannot Awaken. I Know That I Have Nothing To Be Ashamed Of. I Have Nothing That Should Garner A Stigma.