Oh, God, I Don't Know

Even When I Was Living Below The Poverty Line As A Novelist, I Was Still Living Better Than 99.5% Of The Human Population Of The World. But In My Little, Soft Realm Of Trying To Amuse A Few Dozen Middle-class People With My Books And Articles, I Did Struggle To Survive In My Own Way.

I Need To Stay In The Present And Use That New-age Mantra: 'i'm Okay Right Now.' But I Worry About All The Things I'm Failing At Every Moment.

I'm Also Not Sure That I Look Up To Others As Knowing What The Hell Is Going On, Except Maybe Andre Agassi, Who, When I Interviewed Him, While Covering The U.s. Open, Seemed To Know What Was Going On. My Basic Assumption Is That We're All Confused All The Time. Some People Do Act More Confident, Though. Maybe They Aren't Confused. I Am. I'm Confused.

I've Always Been Intrigued By Stockholm Syndrome. Reminds Me Of My Childhood.

In Fact, I Have No Hobbies. The Only Thing I Like To Do In Life Is To Go To The Russian Baths In Manhattan. I Also Like To Watch Sports On Tv, And I Like To Read Books. So That's It - Russian Baths, Sports, And Books.