I Was Just So Lucky

And My Father Was A Comic. He Could Play Any Musical Instrument. He Loved To Perform. He Was A Wonderfully Comedic Character. He Had The Ability To Dance And Sing And Charm And Analyze Poetry.

If I Was In Love With Someone, I Would Get Their Picture Out Of The School Yearbook And Do Portraits. If I Was Curious About Sex, I Would Draw Pictures Of It. There Were No Books For Me To Look At. Then I Would Go Find My Father's Matches To Burn The Paper.

Its Taken Me A Long Time To Become The Person I Am, For All The Ugliness To Fall Away. The Rotten Flesh Is Gone, And The Seed Is There. I Can Touch That Now.

Only A Couple Of Times Have I Ever Been To Church And Felt Enlightened By It.

The Toughest Question Has Always Been, "how Do You Get Your Ideas?" How Do You Answer That? It's Like Asking Runners How They Run, Or Singers How They Sing. They Just Do It!