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I Used To Google My Name To See What Came Up - It Hurt.

My Mother Missed Having Dinner With Lyndon Johnson Because She Couldn't Find The Right Hat To Wear. While My Father Went Off To The White House To Break Bread With The President, My Mother, Who's Not A Things And Stuff Person, Stayed At The Hotel And Tried On 10 Different Hats And Missed Dinner.

People Are Beautiful Wrecks.

My Father Is The Hollywood Equivalent Of A Clean, Fillet-brazed Frame. My Brother Is Like One Of Those Fat-tubed Aluminum Cannondales. I'm More Like One Of Those Taiwanese Masis.

Writing Is A Lonely Job, Unless You're A Drinker, In Which Case You Always Have A Friend Within Reach.