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Oh, Boy. I'm Still In Touch With About 90 Percent Of My Exes. They Would Describe Me As Being Unlucky In Love.

People Keep Inviting Me Back. It's Nice To Work With The Same People When You've Had A Good Time Previously, And This Is One Of Those Cases.

I Was Attending The University Of Alberta. I Was Going To Be A High School Teacher, Like My Parents. I Failed - No, I Didn't Fail A Class, I Just Barely Passed. I Really Didn't Try. It Was Canadian History, Through The Plays Of The Time. My God, Those Were Boring Plays.

Growing Up, My Parents Managed To Show Me The Importance Of Reading Without Cramming It Down My Throat. A Difficult Task, I'm Sure. It Breaks My Heart To Think That There Are Kids Out There, Ready To Have Their Imaginations Lit On Fire, Excited And Wanting To Read, And Facing Naked Shelves In Their School Or Local Libraries. Rather Than Complain Or Wait Till The System Stops Failing Our Nation's Children This Is A Matter I Feel We Must Take Into Our Own Hands. There Are Children, Right Now, Waiting-wanting To Read. What Shall We Tell Them>

The Nature Of The Beast Is, Art Needs Finance. That's How This Industry Works.