I Don't Compromise. I Only Do The

My Stepfather, John O'hara, Was The Goodest Man There Was. He Was Not A Man Of Many Words, But Of Carefully Chosen Ones. He Was The One Parent Who Didn't Try To Fix Me. One Night I Sat On His Lap In His Chair By The Wood Stove, Sobbing. He Just Held Me Quietly And Then Asked Only, "what Does It Feel Like?" It Was The First Time I Was Prompted To Articulate It. I Thought About It, Then Said, "i Feel Homesick." That Still Feels Like The Most Accurate Description - I Felt Homesick, But I Was Home.

I Don't Compromise. I Only Do The Stuff I Want To Do.

I Will Always Try To Be Happy. I Don’t Think People Really Understand The Value Of Happiness Until They Know What It’s Like To Be In That Very, Very Dark Place. It’s Not Romantic. Not Even A Little.

It Feels Weird In Our Ear Holes To Hear People Worshipping A Guy Named Ron. We Know Rons In Our Life.

I've Always Kept My Overhead Low So I Could Do Whatever I Want. I Think Of Myself As Lazy With Spurts Of Getting A Lot Done. I Find Myself Rooting Against Things Sometimes Because I Get Excited At The Thought Of A Clean Slate.