I'm Very Sane About How Crazy I

Sometimes I Feel Like I've Got My Nose Pressed Up Against The Window Of A Bakery, Only I'm The Bread.

I Think That Now Most People Know Someone In Their Family That Is Coping With Something, But There Is Still A Tremendous Amount Of Shame - That One Is Still Regarded As A Defective Unit ... If Only They Would Pull Up Their Bootstraps - They Are Only Indulging Their Emotions, Everybody's Moody, Blah, Blah, Blah.

Life Is A Cruel, Horrible Joke And I Am The Punch Line.

I Rarely Think About My Childhood. It's A Slippery Thing I Can't Keep Hold Of For Long - It Slithers Out Of My Grasp. And A Lot Of The Time I Remember What Was Missing Instead Of What Was There. I Am A Chronicler Of Absence.

My Father Just Got Out Of The Betty Ford Clinic. He's In His 60s, And This Was The First Time He Ever Did Anything Like That.