Stop And Smell The Garlic! That's All

I've Never Not Appeared In Front Of A Live Audience For Any Longer Period Than A Month Or Two.

I'm So Not Ready To Die. It Petrifies Me. I Go Alone. I Go To A Place I Don't Know. It Might Be Painful. It Might Be The End. My Thought Is That It Is The End. I Become Nameless, And I Spent A Lifetime Being Known.

When I Was Out For The Christmas Holidays In School, I Would Go Skiing Up To The Mountains And There They Had Santa On A Sled. Pulled By Horses And Other Reindeer, It Was A Very, Very Picturesque Time And That Struck Me Very Emphatically Then And Has Remained With Me All This Time.

Fate Gives You The Finger And You Accept.

Somewhere In University, I Realized That I Hadn't Been To Classes In Months, And I'd Get Tired To The Point Of Narcolepsy Doing Anything Other Than Some Form Of Performing, Directing, Writing, Or Acting.