I Don't Believe In Things Literally For

I Feel It In Me Like A Woman Having A Baby, All That Life Churning Inside Me. I Feel It Every Day; It Moves, Stretches, Yawns. It's Getting Ready To Be Born. It Knows Exactly What It Is.

All I Liked To Do When I Was A Kid Was Draw. My Childhood Was Like My Adult Life: Drawing Pictures With My Brother, Putting The Comics Up On The Glass Window, And Tracing The Characters Onto Tracing Paper Or Drawing Paper And Then Coloring Them. That And Making Things Was All We Ever Did.

When I Did 'bumble-ardy,' I Was So Intensely Aware Of Death. Eugene, My Friend And Partner, Was Dying Here In The House When I Did 'bumble-ardy'. I Did 'bumble-ardy' To Save Myself. I Did Not Want To Die With Him. I Wanted To Live, As Any Human Being Does.

That Always Seemed To Be The Most Critical Test That A Child Was Confronted With - Loss Of Parents, Loss Of Direction, Loss Of Love. Can You Live Without A Mother And A Father?

I Mean, Being A Child Was Being A Child, Was Being A Creature Without Power, Without Pocket Money, Without Escape Routes Of Any Kind. So I Didn't Want To Be A Child.