It's Not A Master Plan

I Ate Fiberglass Insulation. It Wasn’t Cotton Candy Like The Guy Said… My Tummy Itches.

I Was Sort Of Traumatized By Girls In The Third Grade. Because There Was A Girl In My Third Grade Class I Had A Crush On. I Bought Her A Box Of Valentine's Day Chocolate. And I Put It In Her Cubby With A Note That Said Something Like, "i Am Deeply In Love With You, Your Secret Admirer." And I Didn't Sign My Name.

I Had A Friend Who, After 25 Years Of Marriage, Found Himself Trying To Date Again, And It Was Completely Different. Everything Had Changed, And He Had To Reacquaint Himself. It Was Funny Even Talking To Him About It. For Someone Who Has Been Out Of The Loop, It’s A Different World.

If Somebody Takes The Parking Place You Were Waiting For, I Tend To Kind Of Let It Roll Off My Back. Maybe I'm Harboring A Lot Of Something And It Will All Explode Somewhere Down The Road, But I Tend To Just Let It Slide Off My Back.

I Look At Improvising As A Prolonged Game Of Chess. There's An Opening Gambit With Your Pawn In A Complex Game I Have With One Character, And Lots Of Side Games With Other Characters, And Another Game With Myself - And In Each Game You Make All These Tiny, Tiny Moves That Get You To The Endgame.