For Me, Books Have Always Been A

No One I Interact With - Except Maybe For Family And Strangers At The Russian Baths And Other Weird Places I May Go To - Is Just Friends Or Lovers With Me: They Also Know Something Of My Writing And This Distorts Their Take On Me.

Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More Difficult, Life Or The English Language.

I'm Also Not Sure That I Look Up To Others As Knowing What The Hell Is Going On, Except Maybe Andre Agassi, Who, When I Interviewed Him, While Covering The U.s. Open, Seemed To Know What Was Going On. My Basic Assumption Is That We're All Confused All The Time. Some People Do Act More Confident, Though. Maybe They Aren't Confused. I Am. I'm Confused.

Unfortunately, I'm One Of Those Idiots Who Knows Everything About Health And Is In A Constant State Of Alarm, And Yet I Continue To Do Everything I Shouldn't Do.

Something Has Happened Where You Almost Never Grow Up In America. Maybe It's The Greater Wealth.