I Don't Like To Analyze

I Defy Anyone To Produce Any Evidence That The Word 'happy' Has Ever Crossed My Lips. I Am Not Now, Nor Have I Ever Been, 'happy.'

Sometimes I Have These Fantasies Of Just Moving To A Foreign Country And Coming Back With A Full Head Of Hair. Or Not Even Come Back! Make A New Life There With Hair... Change My Name, Just See What Happens.

My Background Is Degradation And Sloth, Mostly.

You Write About What You Know.

There's Also A Certain Rhythm To The Way Jews Talk That Might Be Funny.