I Am Not One Of These People

I Was The Green Monkey, The Pariah. And I Had No Friends. Not Just A Few Friends, Or One Good Friend, Or Grudging Acceptance By Other Misfits And Outcasts. I Was Alone. All Stinking Alone, Without Even An Imaginary Playmate.

When You're All Alone Out There, On The End Of The Typewriter, With Each New Story A New Appraisal By The World Of Whether You Can Still Get It Up Or Not, Arrogance And Self-esteem And Deep Breathing Are All You Have. It Often Looks Like Egomania. I Assure You It's The Bold Coverup Of The Absolutely Terrified.

Star Wars Is Adolescent Nonsense; Close Encounters Is Obscurist Drivel; ‘star Trek’ Can Turn Your Brains Into Puree Of Bat Guano; And The Greatest Science Fiction Series Of All Time Is Doctor Who! And I'll Take You All On, One-by-one Or All In A Bunch To Back It Up!

Thank Your Readers And The Critics Who Praise You, And Then Ignore Them. Write For The Most Intelligent, Wittiest, Wisest Audience In The Universe: Write To Please Yourself.

They Minute People Fall In Love They Become Liars.