I Am A Spy In The House

And When You're Young You Want To Fit In. Hell, I Still Want To Fit In With Certain Humans, But As You Get Older You Get A Little More Discriminating.

I Have A Chemical Imbalance That, In Its Most Extreme State, Will Lead Me To A Mental Hospital.

Happy Is One Of The Many Things I'm Likely To Be Over The Course Of A Day And Certainly Over The Course Of A Lifetime. But I Think If You Have The Expectation That You're Going To Be Happy Throughout Your Life--more To The Point, If You Have A Need To Be Comfortable All The Time--well, Among Other Things, You Have The Makings Of A Classic Drug Addict Or Alcoholic.

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?

He's A Very Strange Guy, My Father. I Can't Get Mad At Him Because He's So Adorable.