Curiosity May Have Killed The Cat, But

I Don't Subscribe To Any Particular Doctrine Or Ideology. I Just Think That There's Kind Of A Good And Bad, The Good Being Life In Its Purest, Happiest Form, And The Other Being The Darker Side Of Existence.

Listening To People Espouse Beliefs Different From Mine Is Informative, Not Threatening, Because The Only Thing That Can Alter My Worldview Is A New And Undeniable Truth, And Contrary To What Jack Nicholson Says In 'a Few Good Men', "i Can Handle The Truth.

My Notion Of Spirituality Was Different Than It Is Now, But Even If I'd Been The Most Fundamentalist Of Believers, I Would Have Assumed That God Had Better Things To Do Than Arbitrarily Smite Me With Shaking Palsy.

So What I Say About Tracy Is This: Tracy's Big Challenge Is Not Having A Parkinson's Patient For A Husband. It's Having Me For A Husband. I Happen To Be A Parkinson's Patient.

As For My Own Truncated Secondary Education, My Head Was In The Clouds As My Mom Would Say, Or If You Asked My Father, Up My Ass.