I Didn't Play Or Like A Lot

It's Hard To Leave New York: This Is Where My Friends Are, My Parents Are. It Is So Vital. The Whole World Seems To Look To New York.

One Last Thing On Objectives - I Like To Make Things, Create Things, So That's Probably Been The Primary Objective All Along, Even Before The Ego Objective - To Make. To Record. But Why Record... That Gets Back To The Ego, A Little. Oh, Well. Making Is Good. I Like To Make Things.

How Terrible To Be Alcoholic. You Just Want To Quietly Soothe And Maybe Poison Yourself, But You End Up Poisoning Those Around You As Well, Like Trying To Commit Suicide With A Gas Oven And Unwittingly Murdering Your Neighbors.

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.

I Enjoy Both Tv Writing And Novel Writing, And They Are Very Similar. The Goal Is To Entertain And Amuse The Audience, And I Subscribe To This P.g. Wodehouse Piece Of Advice: "try To Give Pleasure With Every Sentence."