Certainly There Are People Who Like Me,

My Father Was A Joyous, Joyous Spirit, He Really Was. He Was A Hedonist, That Was Just - He Enjoyed Life, Thrust Up To The Elbows With It. He Was A Terrible Father. I Don't Know That He Was Parented That Well.

My Mother Had An Amazing Life, And She's Someone To Admire.

I Have A Girlfriend Who Talks Like That All The Time. Who Constantly Complain About Their Periods And Plumbing And Stuff.

My Mother Certainly Loves Caviar, But I Think That's Generational - They Grew Up Thinking It's Romantic Or Sophisticated Or Something.

I Like The Community Of Acting Better Than The Prison Of Writing. I Like Sets.