I Loved The World Of Imagination.

I Loved To Read And To Write, But Then Something Happened. As I Made My Way Through School, I Kept Getting Handed Books To Read That Didn't Excite Me And Didn't Even Remotely Connect To The Realities Of My Life.

Farewell, My Friend," Drizzt Whispered, Trying Futilely To Keep His Voice From Breaking. :this Journey You Make Alone.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

I Will Follow It, Though I Know So Well Now The Deep Wounds I Might Find. For As Long As I Believe That I Am Walking The True Road, If I Am Slain, Then I Die In The Knowledge That For A Brief Time, At Least, I Was Part Of Somethin Bigger. This Road Has Perils And I Will Surely Die On It,but, I Am Not Afraid To Die.

I'm A Working-class Kid From A Blue-collar New England Family.