You Do Right By Me, I'll Show

When I First Submerged My Feet Into Frigid Water, They Hurt So Badly I Yanked Them Out Again. I Persisted, Dunking Them For Longer And Longer Periods, Until The Cold Finally Blistered.

My Platitudes Don't Hold Their Interest And I Can Hardly Blame Them For That. My Real Stories Are All Out Of Date. So What If I Can Speak Firsthand About The Spanish Flu, The Advent Of The Automobile, World Wars, Cold Wars, Guerrilla Wars, And Sputnik — That's All Ancient History Now. But What Else Do I Have To Offer? Nothing Happens To Me Anymore. That's The Reality Of Getting Old, And I Guess That's Really The Crux Of The Matter. I'm Not Ready To Be Old Yet.

When Will People Learn That Just Because You Can Make Something Doesn’t Mean You Should?

I Hate This Bizarre Policy Of Protective Exclusion, Because It Effectively Writes Me Off The Page.

I Have To Convince Myself That This Is Not A Pointless Life, Even The Body Is Telling Me So.