You're gonna die here.


I'm walking around downtown by AIG and as I'm going to the framers I often talk to myself 
and that makes me self-conscious and I don't know why- I mean it shouldn't. 
There's no reason.  But then I think I second-guess myself and you know in a way
 I think I have been this entire time and I really wish I could give you honesty . . . . 

And I would like to be able to do this again hopefully to have my own space to do it 
with no interruptions and a clear mind to be able to just let myself go and actually
 have that frustrating ... what are you gonna do?  What does yer dad say? 

Oh I got it .  you can't win.


Then there's my office. Now my whole work environment is full. Everyplace. 
There is no normalcy and as a result you have a whole - anyway, in my work 
environment I can't do this with this going on - opens the door and says to
 me can Zelda join your experience ...and suddenly I'm embarrassed and actually 
that's because the dog actually owns the apartment. And I made the mistake of
 saying she couldn't participate, so I don't know the reality of being true to 
what I would normally give to you