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I've Dealt With A Lot Of Producers Who Were Pricks And I'm Determined Not To Be That.

Welcome To The Worst Nightmare Of All, Reality!

We Always Think We Are Right, And - Search As I Have - There Is No Evil Under The Sun That Somebody Somewhere Won't Argue Is Actually A Good, No Idiocy That Hasn't Got Its Perfectly Serious Defenders, And No Tyrant, Past Or Present - No Matter How Bloody - Without Some Bunch Of Zealot Schmucks To Defend Him Or His Reputation Till The Last Breath In Their Bodies - Or Preferably Somebody Else's.

We Are All Our Own Graveyards, I Believe; We Squat Amongst The Tombs Of The People We Were. If We're Healthy, Every Day Is A Celebration, A Day Of The Dead, In Which We Give Thanks For The Lives That We Lived, And If We Are Neurotic We Brood And Mourn And Wish That The Past Was Still Present.

Nothing Ever Begins. There Is No First Moment; No Single Word Or Place From Which This Or Any Other Story Springs.