I Can't Re-examine Work I Did In

A Lot Of Guys In Jail Tattoo Their Hands.

How Can You Be A Recluse In A House Full Of Children, Even If You Had The Inclination To Be, Which I Don't?

You Can Never Fully Put Your Finger On The Reason Why You're Suddenly, Inexplicably Compelled To Explore One Life As Opposed To Another.

I Come From Not Just A Household But A Country Where The Finesse Of Language, Well-balanced Sentence, Structure, Syntax, These Things Are Driven Into Us, And My Parents, Bless Them, Are Great Custodians Of The English Language.

It's A Source Of Great Sadness To Me That My Father Died Without Having Seen Me Do Anything Worthwhile. He Was Constantly Having To Make Excuses For Me.