In This Life, If You Don't Celebrate

My Father Taught Me To Weigh My Words Carefully, And Speak Up Only When I Had Something Insightful To Add To The Proceedings, Or Something Really Funny To Say. He Also Taught Me That If I Couldn’t Be That Kind Of Guy In Real Life, That I Could Earn A Healthy Living Pretending To Be That Guy In The Movies – Particularly When Paired Up With A Long Haired Stoner.

Stop…stop, That’s The Next Generation Of Fans… How Dare You Pass Judgment On Those 12-year-old Girls Who Like Vampires! They Need To Be Encouraged Because In Six Years They’ll Be 18-year-old Girls Who Like Vampires And Are Into All Sorts Of Goth-permissive And Whatnot. Don’t Poo-poo It. There’s A Plan, And It’s Working.

I Know What It Feels Like To Carry A Lot Of Weight In A Society That's Very Image-conscious. It's A Thin Person's World, And We Try To Navigate Within It Without Being Made Fun Of.

Remember: It Costs Nothing To Encourage An Artist, And The Potential Benefits Are Staggering. A Pat On The Back To An Artist Now Could One Day Result In Your Favorite Film, Or The Cartoon You Love To Get Stoned Watching, Or The Song That Saves Your Life. Discourage An Artist, You Get Absolutely Nothing In Return, Ever.

My Father Taught Me How To Be A Man – And Not By Instilling In Me A Sense Of Machismo Or An Agenda Of Dominance. He Taught Me That A Real Man Doesn’t Take, He Gives; He Doesn’t Use Force, He Uses Logic; Doesn’t Play The Role Of Trouble-maker, But Rather, Trouble-shooter; And Most Importantly, A Real Man Is Defined By What’s In His Heart, Not His Pants.