I Had An Attachment Disorder.

I Am Proud Of Who You Were, David-that Hurt Person Who Refused To "die." And I'm More Caring, Giving, Fixing Person, The Guy With The Same Sense Of Humor And That Deft, Sensitive Touch. Good On You, David I Love You.

Childhood Should Be Carefree, Playing In The Sun; Not Living A Nightmare In The Darkness Of The Soul.

I Plan My Life In 15-minute Sections.

Even When I Lecture Per Se, I Am A Joke Comedian, I Can Do The Voices.

Gripping My Arm, Mother Held It In The Orange-blue Flame. My Skin Seemed To Explode From The Heat.