When You're Dead, It Robs Life Of

It Makes You Feel Good To Know That There's Other People Afflicted Like You.

I Met Robert Crumb In 1962; He Lived In Cleveland For A While. I Took A Look At His Stuff. Crumb Was Doing Stuff Beyond What Other Writers And Artists Were Doing. It Was A Step Beyond Mad.

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

Im Pretty Aggressive, And Maybe Obnoxious, About Trying To Get Work.

Life Is About Women, Gigs, An' Bein' Creative.