Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which

I Used To Refer To My Drug Use As Putting The Monster In The Box. I Wanted To Be Less, So I Took More - Simple As That. Anyway, I Eventually Decided That The Reason Dr. Stone Had Told Me I Was Hypomanic Was That He Wanted To Put Me On Medication Instead Of Actually Treating Me. So I Did The Only Rational Thing I Could Do In The Face Of Such As Insult - I Stopped Talking To Stone, Flew Back To New York, And Married Paul Simon A Week Later.

A Lot Of The Time, I'm Just Smart Enough To Be Unhappy.

Good Anecdote--bad Reality.

Running For Office Is The Least Aerobic Of The Socially Interactive Sports.

I Used To Want To Gamble, Too, Until I Was 20 And Could Actually Go To A Casino. Then I Wasn't So Crazy About The Attitude.