Being Sober For So Many Years Is

Question: How Do You Know You're God? Answer: Simple. When I Pray To Him, I Find I'm Talking To Myself.

And Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

I Have No Memories I'm Prepared To Share With You.

It's Very Inconvenient Because Every Time I Finish, Let's Say, A Chapter Of A Book, I Think I'm Going To Ring Richard And Then Realize: Oh, Christ, I've Buried Him. I Buried Him Last Year.

I'm A Working Stiff, Baby, Just Like Everybody Else.