I Like Birds And Dogs.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

My Father Was A Joyous, Joyous Spirit, He Really Was. He Was A Hedonist, That Was Just - He Enjoyed Life, Thrust Up To The Elbows With It. He Was A Terrible Father. I Don't Know That He Was Parented That Well.

My Extroversion Is A Way Of Managing My Introversion.

Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which Point I Began To Accept The Bipolar Diagnosis.

I Wanted To Be, You Know, Just No Different Than Anybody Else.