We All Have To Find Our Own

Last September 16th, I Was Walking In Downtown Seattle When This Pick-up Truck Pulls Up In Front Of Me. Guy Leans Out The Window And Yells, "go Back To Your Own Country," And I Was Laughing So Hard Because It Wasn't So Much A Hate Crime As A Crime Of Irony.

When I Had No Money, And A Great Book Came Out, I Couldn't Get It. I Had To Wait. I Love The Idea That I Have Hardcover Books Here And At Home That I Haven't Read Yet. That's How I View That I'm Rich. I Have Hardcover Books I May Never Read.

Do You Know Why The Indian Rain Dances Always Worked? Because The Indians Would Keep Dancing Until It Rained.

I Look More Indian When I'm Serious.

Nostalgia Is Always Doomed And Dooming.