When I Hit 11 So

And Part Of That Is, What Is The Point Of Having Children If You Don't Have The Privilege Of Bringing Them Up?

So When I Got To 50 I Just Thought, Hold On: I'm Thin. I've Got My Hair. I'm Well Off. I Survived, You Know

It's Like You Asked Me About The Depression Thing: You Grope Towards An Understanding Of Whatever It Is Your Going Through, And It's Not Personal, There Are Forces In Play Around You, And You Seek To Understand Them And That Way You Can Go On

Physically I'm Tired At The End Of The Day And Quite Glad To Be Reading In Bed By Midnight

Certainly, I Think Being Depressed Is Absolutely Part Of The Human Condition, It Has To Be, If There's Joy There's Its Opposite, And It's Something You Ride If You Possibly Can.