The Iron Is The Best

A Man With An Excruciatingly Painful Condition Wrote Me And Told Me That His Doctor Said That The Only Cure For What He Has Is Death, And He Might Want To Consider Suicide. What Do You Say To Him? I Doubt The, "hey Let's Go Get Some Coffee And Talk" Thing Is Going To Be At All Helpful.

Why Do You Think The Old Stories Tell Of Men Who Set Out On Great Journeys To Impress The Gods? Because Trying To Impress People Just Isn't Worth The Time And Effort.

War Is Very Sad And Small Life Is Pathetically Fragile At Times.

Questioning Anything And Everything, To Me, Is Punk Rock.

I'm Not In A Position Where I Get To Pick And Choose Roles. I Usually Go On Auditions In Long Lines And Embarrass Myself In Front Of Casting Directors, And With A Lump In My Throat And My Ears Burning, I Walk Past Reception And Smirking Actors As I Go To The Parking Garage And Go Back On The Highway.