But We Are What We Are, And

I Turn And I Look Back Across The Lake. The Mist Is Gone And The Ice Diminished, The Drip Of The Icicles Quick And Heavy. The Sun Is Up And The Sky Is Blue Empty Blue Light Blue Clear Blue. I Would Drink The Sky If I Could Drink It, Drink It And Celebrate It And Let It Fill Me And Become Me. I Am Getting Better. Empty And Clear And Light And Blue. I Am Getting Better.

Coming After All The Bullshit Related To A Million Little Pieces, Nobody Was Expecting Anything From Me. No Publisher, No Agent, No One. Just Me And The Book. It Was Great.

I Skip The Introduction. If The Book Goes In The Trash, I Want It To Go Because Of My Thoughts On It, Not Because Of Some Asshole's Thoughts Who Wrote The Introduction.

Some People Think Memoirs Should Be Held To A Perfect Journalistic Standard. Some People Don't. Obviously I Don't. My Goal Was Never To Create Or To Write A Perfect Journalistic Standard Of My Life. It Was Always To Be As Literature.

Even A Second Of Freedom Is Worth More Than A Lifetime Of Bondage.