The Reason It's Hard For Me To

There Are So Many Talented Young Writers Named Jonathan, With Whom By Comparison I Suffer Terribly.

From Age 23 To 44 - I'm 45 Now - I Was Always In Need Of Money, And I Was Especially In Need Of It From 23 To About 34, And My Great Aunt Would Always Give Me Money, A Hundred Bucks, Every Two Months Or So, And A Lot Of Times That Hundred Bucks Made A Huge Difference - I Could Eat Or Pay A Small Bill. It Kept Me Going. She Gave Me Money. It Was Very Loving.

I Don't Laugh That Much, But I Do Like Humorous Books, And I Like To Entertain Readers That Way.

For Me, Books Have Always Been A Way To Feel Less Alone While Being Alone.

Some Ego Is Involved Because I Guess One Wants To Be Perceived As A Good Clown And One Puts One's Name On The Art; But It's So Hard To Do Anything In Life, Trapped As We Are In Our Bodies, That Is Purely Selfless For Others... Somehow The Self Is Always Involved.