Having occasion to stop back here, hey–––it too surprises me how much I’ve changed in terms of the expression I let fly, how more cogent and less surreal. Believe you me when I admit to raging interior fits and versus arguments; but I’m trying to see if someday I can parlay the obscure manic nonsense into simpatico publishing sales.

You should see how I live. It’s enough to make anybody, even Daniel Johnston––who I really did see smoking cigarettes outside the River Oaks Theater in Houston last Friday after seeing his documentary––want to take something of a superiority complex and Lord it over me.

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