She's Kind Of A Walking Poem, She's

There Are Guys, The Weekenders, Who Can Go Out And Get Loaded And They're Having Fun And Partying - Which Is A Term I Deplore, Partying - And It's All Recreational And They're Having A Ball. I Never Had That. It Was Never About Recreation. Not. Ever. That Was Never My Motivation. Not Once!

My Self-image It Still Isn't That Alright. No Matter How Famous I Am, No Matter How Many People Go To See My Movies, I Still Have The Idea That I'm That Pale No-hoper That I Used To Be. A Pale No-hoper That Happens To Be A Little Lucky Now. Tomorrow It'll Be All Over, Then I'll Have To Go Back To Selling Pens Again.

You Could Make An Analogy To A Security Guard Who, Three Weeks Prior, Was Mowing Lawns For A Living. The Second He Puts A Uniform On And That Badge, He's A Man. I Imagine The Majority Of Us Have Felt The Wrath Of The Over-zealous Security Guard Guy. Is There Something Lying Dormant In The Man, That's Waiting To Be Pumped Up With That Kind Of Power? I Don't Know. Does It Reveal Him? I Don't Know. Does It Change Him? I Don't Know.

This Is A Rumour-filled Society And If People Want To Sit Around And Talk About Whom I've Dated, Then I'd Say They Have A Lot Of Spare Time And Should Consider Other Topics... Or Masturbation.

I Was Never Disappointed By The People I've Admired. And The Choices I Made When I Was In A Position Where It Was Do-or-die Were Made With My Heroes In Mind.