Frankly, I Have No Sex

I Aspire To Be Jack Nicholson. I Love His Every Single Mannerism. I Used To Try And Be Him In Virtually Everything I Did, I Don't Know Why. I Watched One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest When I Was About 13, And I Dressed Like Him. I Tried To Do His Accent. I Did Everything Like Him. I Think It Kind Of Stuck With Me.

I Walked Out The Wrong Car Door And Started Walking Into The Crowd, An Interviewer Said, 'give Your Best Horror Scream,' And Stan Did This Great Scream, And I Was Too Much Of A Wimp To Do One. It Was Pathetic!

I Think Someone Follows Me. They Do The Most Random Stuff. I Get A Photo Taken Through A Burger Drive-through Window And It's Like, 'what?'. They Always Seem Like They're Six Feet Away. I Don't Understand. I'm Walking Around And I Don't See Anybody.

I See Love As An Evolution Of True Friendship.

I Never Set Out To Achieve Anything, Certainly Not Fame Like This,i Still Have To Deal With How To Actually Make My Life Work.