Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

But you have friends. You have a lot of friends. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave what do you offer. " ...if I could remember any more of my lines I'd add them so basically this is a preface to the whole play. I would like to quote the whole play. Currently my mind is afraid to remember the play.

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.