My Dad Had A Lot Of Bad

When You Hit A Wall – Of Your Own Imagined Limitations – Just Kick It In.

After The Falling Out With My Father, I Worked On A Couple Of Ranches - Thoroughbred Layup Farms, Actually - Out Toward Chino, California. That Was Fine For A Little While, But I Wanted To Get Out Completely, And Twenty Miles Away Wasnt Far Enough.

You Can't Make A Living As A Playwright. You Can Barely Scrape By.

There's Gonna Be A General Lack Of Toast In The Neighborhood This Morning.

My Dad's Side Of The Family ... They're A Real Bizarre Bunch, Going Back To The Original Colonies. That Side's Got A Real Tough Strain Of Alcoholism. It Goes Back Generations And Generations, So That You Can't Remember When There Was A Sober Grandfather.