I Went To Public School All My

For Years I Feared The Opening Of Every Elevator, Half-convinced That From The Opened Doors Would Come A Bullet, For Me, Shot By A Man In A Tan Trenchcoat. I Have No Idea Why I Feared This, Expected It To Happen. I Even Knew How I Would React To This Bullet Coming From The Elevator Door, What Word I Would Say. That Word Was: Finally.

If Your Hand Doesn't Work For It, Your Heart Doesn't Feel Sorry For It.

A Combination Of Acting, Lying, Begging, And Cheating.

But There Was Something Psychological Happening There That Was Just A Little Bit Different. And The Other Thing Was, There Was No Stigma. Kids Weren't Going Into The 'center-for-kids-that-need-more-help' Or Something Like That. It Was 826 Valencia.

I Publish My Own Books, So There Isn't A Certain Editor I Owe The Book To At A Publishing House.