After I Had Done A

Except For Me, No One In My Family Could Draw.

I Have Spent A Lot Of Years On The Outside Looking In.

Los Angeles Was An Impression Of Failure, Of Disappointment, Of Despair, And Of Oddly Makeshift Lives. This Is California? I Thought.

My Last Days At Mgm Were Like The Fall Of The Roman Empire In Fast Motion.

Not Once In Six Years Did I Make It To The Office By 9 On The Dot.