I Knew I Couldn't Live

And Just As I Was Climbing Into That First-class Seat, And Wrapping Myself In A Blanket, Just As I Was Adjusting My Pillow Behind My Head, And Having A Sip Of That Champagne, And Just As I Was Bringing Down And Adjusting My Thai Purple Sleep Mask, I Had An Inkling. I Had A Flash. I Suddenly Thought I Knew What It Was That Had Killed Marilyn Monroe.

I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General. After About 20 Minutes, He Stopped Me And Said, 'you're Just A Big Existential Garbage Pail. Go Home And Relax.'

One Of The Ways To Reincarnate Is To Tell Your Story.

I Fantasize About Going Back To High School With The Knowledge I Have Now. I Would Shine. I Would Have A Good Time, I Would Have A Girlfriend. I Think That's Where A Lot Of My Pain Comes From. I Think I Never Had Any Teenage Years To Go Back To.

He Won't Fly On The Balinese Airline, Garuda, Because He Won't Fly On Any Airline Where The Pilots Believe In Reincarnation.