I Try To Be Well Informed. I

Nietzsche, Who You Don't Spend Too Much Time With After The Age Of Seventeen, Did Have That One Great Line About "he Who Stares Into The Abyss Must Know That The Abyss Also Stares Into Him" And I Never Really Understood That Until My Friend Got Killed And You Really Get Your Head Around The Idea Of What Horror Means. It's A Truly Awful Thing, To Really, Kind Of Have That Understanding Of Things And When You Really Peer Into That.

I Lack The Skill To Hold A Story Line For The Length Required For A Novel Or Even A Short Story. I Have Never Had An Idea That Could Withstand A Hundred Thousand Words, Or Even Ten Thousand Words Of Rubber Meeting The Road.

I Enjoy Helping. I Like Doing Benefits And Things Like That, But Don't Feel The Need To Be Thanked Or Even Meet The People I Am Doing The Benefit For.

I Am A Veteran Of The War On Christmas. I Am Just Emerging From A Battlefield Strewn With Dead Trees And Torn Shreds Of Brightly Colored Wrapping Paper.

If It Were A Choice Between Me Getting Killed Or One Of My Friend's Kids, I Would Happily Take The Shot.