I Remember Coming To New York, In

I Have A Punishing Workout Regimen. Every Day I Do 3 Minutes On A Treadmill, Then I Lie Down, Drink A Glass Of Vodka And Smoke A Cigarette.

I'm Not Unfamiliar With Music, And I Really Do Write Music. I've Gotten A Talent For It. I Don't Have The Technical Skills, But I Do Plan To Learn.

I Am Not Very Good With Relationships. With Anyone. I Can't Be Locked Up With Anyone For Too Long.

I Believe I Am Quite Amiable And Affable And Quite Fair, And I've Rarely Worked With People Who Are The Opposite. Moodiness Scares Me. What Gets To Me Is Unkindness. Madness. Unwarranted Cruelty Through Words. People Who Scream And Shout At Work. I Hate Confrontation And Violence. I've Done It In The Past And I Don't Want To Do It Again. I Guess I Want A Perfect World.

I Remember Coming To New York, In 1974 To Do A Play Here Called Equis. And I Remember The First Morning Getting Up And Walking Around The Streets And I Thought, "i'm Home." I Felt Really At Peace Here.