Writings From the Nuthouse
I'm almost ready to give up the youngsters. They're fun but fun isn't enough. I'm glad for the youngsters. They made me feel sexy and alive and young and they feed my ego like it's never been fed. But that’s not enough.
They're fun like over buttered popcorn at a B movie. And then the movie is over, and the box of popcorn is empty. And you can't go back and do it exactly the same ever again. And you really wouldn’t want to. Because B movies are B movies. And that's just fine.