I Don't Consider Myself Any Great Sage

I Was An Optimist, A Great Champion Of The Human Spirit. And I Lost That For A Time. I Feel Like I've Regained A Bit Of That In The Last Few Years But There Was A Period Of My Life In Which I Had A Very Low Opinion Of People In General.

I Suppose I'm Intrigued With The Bad Traits Of Society, Because I'm A Part Of Society, And The Bad Traits Pose The Dangerous Questions For Our Future.

It Was The Shaving That Bothered Me The Most. I'm Not A Great Fan Of Shaving And I Had To Be Really Clean-shaven, Hands, Head, Hairline, All The Fluff Off My Face, Everything Except My Eyebrows, So This Sheen, This Kind Of Polish They Used On Me, Would Stick.

There's No Regret. You Can't Regret. I Mean, I've Felt Regret But I've Also Refused To Allow Regret To Sow A Seed And Live In Me Because I Don't Believe It. You Feel It, It's Like Guilt, It's Like Jealousy, It's Like All Those Horrible Things. You've Just Got To Snip Them And Get Them Out, Because They're No Good.

There Are Always Seasons To A Career And Perhaps Always The Grass Is Often Greener, You're Often Looking At Other People's Careers Going, "damn, They Get All The Good Roles. Why Didn't I Read That? Why Didn't They Ask Me To Do That?"