The Purpose Of It All Is Love.

Writing Is Sort Of Putting A Puzzle Together Halfway. Then, Performing It Has Always Been The Completion Of It. Once That Happens, I'm Feeling Verbally Communal With Other People. It's Out There And I Feel So Much Better About It.

But I'm Warning You, We're Growing Up.

I Have Vocal Trouble From Time To Time Associated With Sleep Or Wine! Or From Sleeping In A Bunk The Size Of A Coffin And Breathing In Bus Air Conditioning All Day.

I Didn't Get Bullied Any More Than Anybody Else. I Think I Got Bullied More For Being Poor Than Being Gay. But No More Than Any Other Kid. And I'm Sure That I Did My Fair Share Of Picking On Other Kids, Too. We're All Humans.

All Of These Lines Across My Face, Tell You The Story Of Who I Am. So Many Stories Of Where I've Been And How I Got To Where I Am.