I'm Doing Naughty Things, I'm Drinking Too

I'm Not Expecting The American Literary Community To Welcome Me With Open Arms. To Them I'm Just Some Schmuck Kid Who Wrote Some Book.

My Father Was Overbearing. Very Controlling. He Was Always The Way He Is, Even Before My Success. He Was Not Always A Good Person. He'd Play Mind Games To Make Sure I Knew My Place. I Don't See Him, Which Is Unfortunate. But I Don't Have Any Desire To See Him. I Vaguely Know Where He Is, And I Don't Want To Know.

I Enjoy My Life. I Think I Have A Very Good Life. And I Think I'm Very Satisfied With The Direction Of My Career And Just My Lifestyle And Everything Like That. So I Wouldn't Change A Single Thing.

I'm Doing Naughty Things, I'm Drinking Too Much, I'm Going To Clubs. It Really Didn't Matter To Me, Other Than The Fact That Some Parents Wouldn't Let Their Kids Hang Out With Me.

It's A Place Where I Could Do Something On A Weekly Basis And See If I Like It.