As You Get Older, The Pickings Get

I Never Really Saw [my Father] At All When I Was Growing Up.

The Older You Get, The Easier It Is To Spot The Phonies. And I Just Think, How Unpleasant For Them.

Now I Say I'm A Diarist With An Explanation I'll Get Back To You On. Someday I May Try And Write In Memoir Form.

I Do Believe You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets.

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?