Life Is A Cruel, Horrible Joke And

I Will Usually Be In Denial About That, Too, Because I Really Don't Like That. Sometimes I Will Recognize It And Sometimes Someone Will Say, "are You Okay?" And Then You Think, "oh, Maybe I'm Not."

My Mother Is An Extraordinary Woman, Extraordinary.

I Went To A Doctor And Told Him I Felt Normal On Acid, That I Was A Light Bulb In A World Of Moths. That Is What The Manic State Is Like.

My Father Was A Joyous, Joyous Spirit, He Really Was. He Was A Hedonist, That Was Just - He Enjoyed Life, Thrust Up To The Elbows With It. He Was A Terrible Father. I Don't Know That He Was Parented That Well.

If You're Manic-depressive And You're Functioning In This World And Doing It All Well, I Think, Wow, You Should Be Proud Of Being Able To Say, This Is What I'm Getting Through Right Now.