And This Wasn’t Lying, Not Really. It

Explanations Are Such Cheap Poetry.

If You Don't Control Your Temper, Your Temper Will Control You.

The Thing Under My Bed Waiting To Grab My Ankle Isn't Real. I Know That, And I Also Know That If I'm Careful To Keep My Foot Under The Covers, It Will Never Be Able To Grab My Ankle.

Strong Delusions Travel Like Cold Germs On A Sneeze.

Showrunning Is A Thing Where You Have To Work With Tons Of Different People. You Have To Schmooze People, You Have To Talk To Network People. I Don't Want To Do Any Of That.