Now I Say I'm A Diarist With

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?

I Never Really Saw [my Father] At All When I Was Growing Up.

Revenge May Not Be A Particularly High Consciousness-oriented Activity.

He's A Very Strange Guy, My Father. I Can't Get Mad At Him Because He's So Adorable.

Eventually, Life Of The Party Is Just Like Any Other Job. I've Thought Of Myself That Way At Times, But It's Sort Of Like Holding Everybody Hostage. It Diminishes Everyone Else. And Ultimately, Your Friends Don't Require It Of You.