We Stand At A Crossroads. One Path

I Can't Do Anything To Death, Doctor's Orders.

I Was In Analysis. I Was Suicidal. As A Matter Of Fact, I Would Have Killed Myself, But I Was In Analysis With A Strict Freudian And If You Kill Yourself They Make You Pay For The Sessions You Miss.

Why Does Man Kill? He Kills For Food. And Not Only Food: Frequently There Must Be A Beverage.

Since I Was A Kid, I Could Make Up Stories, I Could Make Up Funny Jokes And I Could Always Do It. When I'm Walking Down The Street Or Having Dinner, Ideas Will Hit Me, And I Write Them Down On Matchbooks Or Napkins And Throw Them In The Draw.

Man Consists Of Two Parts, His Mind And His Body, Only The Body Has More Fun.