We're All Imperfect. And Wouldn't It Be

There Is A Part Of Me That Still Wants To Go Out And Grab A Backpack And Unplug - Not Take A Cellphone Or Even A Camera And Just Get Out There And Experience The World And Travel. I Have Yet To Do That, But Someday I Hope.

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.

I Still Have The Art Projects My Kids Made For Me 20 Years Ago. I Cherish Them, Crude And Silly As Some Of Them May Be.

The Low-hanging Fruit Is Cynicism And Pessimism, And It's There If You Want It. You Can Reach Out And You Can Grab It, You Don't Even Have To Make Any Effort.

We're All Imperfect. And Wouldn't It Be Great If The Message Sent Out By The Mainstream Media Is That We're Fine Being Exactly Who We Are? Wouldn't That Be Great For Everyone?