There's No Shortage Of Material In Life.

I Didn't Think I Was In A Morbid Mood, But It Appears I Am. My Mind Goes Round And Round Trying To Figure Things Out, But I Always Come Back To The Same Two Things: Loneliness And Death. Life Ends Before We Figure Anything Out, Most Importantly How Not To Be Lonely. Solitude Is Fine. But Feeling Like You Have No One To Love - Abject Lonliness - Is Not Alright.

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.

I've Always Been Intrigued By Stockholm Syndrome. Reminds Me Of My Childhood.

In Fact, I Have No Hobbies. The Only Thing I Like To Do In Life Is To Go To The Russian Baths In Manhattan. I Also Like To Watch Sports On Tv, And I Like To Read Books. So That's It - Russian Baths, Sports, And Books.

Something Has Happened Where You Almost Never Grow Up In America. Maybe It's The Greater Wealth.