I Know What It Feels Like To

I Haven't Ever Found Any Great Writing On That Wonderful And Often Unappreciated Art Form, The Insult.

I Have A Feeling That About 90% Of My Life Has Been Shaped By My Voice, Both As An Embarrassment And As An Advantage. There Was Always The Terrible Incongruity Of This Deep Voice Barreling Out Of This Little Body. Somewhere In The Back Of My Mind I Was Aware That It Was Ludicrous, That It Took On An Importance That Wasn't Really There.

A Grown Man, Weeping, Is A Tough Thing To See.

It's No Fun Being A Specimen.

Censorship Feeds The Dirty Mind More Than The Four-letter Word Itself.