A Lot Of People Meet Me And

I Write A Good Amount. I've Been Gathering Up A Backlog Of Stuff And Maybe I'll Do Something With It Someday, But I Don't Want To Talk About It Just Yet Because That Would Jinx It.

I Do Have A Family, And I Do Have Friends, And So-called Friends, And Acquaintances, And Many Other People I See Only Around Christmas Time. Maybe They Could Vouch For Me. Maybe They Could Testify To My Existence And Save A Part Of Me That Thinks I'm No Better Than A Bag Of Potato Chips.

People Still Recognize Me All The Time On The Street. The First Thing They Say When They Stop Me Is, "where Have You Been?" The Second Comment They Make Is Always, "oh, You've Grown Up."

He Was So Excited. He Cut Out Pictures Of These Landscapes And Neighborhoods And Kind Of Really Tried To Give You A Feel Of The Movie. It Was Kind Of Cute But At The Same Time It Really Showed His Enthusiasm For It.

I Have A Lot Of Growing Up To Do, Or A Lot Of Growing Down. I Think That's Probably More Appropriate.