I Knew It Would Happen.

My Mom Was The Diana Ross Of Our Clan. She Was Always Up-to-date, And Always Knew What To Do And What Not To Do In A Fashion Sense.

I Could Do A Few More Sit-ups And My Waistline Would Be Less Difficult.

I Was The Bohemian In My Family, The "this Is My Favorite Shoe And I Don't Care If It Has Tape Around It" Kind Of Person. The Tape Could Become A Fashion Statement. Or A Political Statement.

I'd Rather See A Person With A Natural Mind And Processed Mind Than A Processed Mind And A Natural Head.

A Lot Of People Have Dementia, Which Is Great, Because Then They Don't Recognize Me.