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The World Is Full Of Shitheads, Rhea. Don’t Listen To Them—listen To Me. And I Know That Lou Is One Of Those Shitheads. But I Listen.

I Felt No Shame In These Activities, Because I Understood What Almost No One Else Seemed To Grasp: That There Was Only An Infinitesimal Difference, A Difference So Small That It Barely Existed Except As A Figment Of The Human Imagination, Between Working In A Tall Green Glass Building On Park Avenue And Collecting Litter In A Park. In Fact, There May Have Been No Difference At All.

I Was A Stepchild In Two Different Families. The Hardest Thing About Being A Stepchild Is You Know That In Some Way Everything Would Be Easier If You Didnt Exist.

I Guess In My Own Life, Privacy, Anonymity, And The Mystery Of Being Lost Are Important. I Also Feel That People Are Mysterious And Complex No Matter What They Do, And No Matter How Hard They Try To Reveal Their Own Mystery.

I Loved Every Minute Of My Childhood - Sunbathing On The Fire Escape, Digging For Buried Treasure In The Back Yard, Pulling Alewives Out Of The Sand... Then It Was All Taken Away From Me. I Came Back Every Summer To Visit My Father Until I Was 18, But I Was Always The Outsider.