I Don't Like My Face. I Don't

I Never Really Saw [my Father] At All When I Was Growing Up.

Eventually, Life Of The Party Is Just Like Any Other Job. I've Thought Of Myself That Way At Times, But It's Sort Of Like Holding Everybody Hostage. It Diminishes Everyone Else. And Ultimately, Your Friends Don't Require It Of You.

I'll Never Be Known For My Work With Boundaries.

My Father Was A Joyous, Joyous Spirit, He Really Was. He Was A Hedonist, That Was Just - He Enjoyed Life, Thrust Up To The Elbows With It. He Was A Terrible Father. I Don't Know That He Was Parented That Well.

Now I Say I'm A Diarist With An Explanation I'll Get Back To You On. Someday I May Try And Write In Memoir Form.