Your Harshest Critic Is Always Going To

I Hope You Die.... P.s. If You Do Die, I'm Going To Go To The Funeral And Finger Your Corpse.

I Probably Should Be Thinking Of Better Ideas On How To Promote Myself, But I Don't Really Spend A Lot Of Time Doing It. I Really Don't Know How To Promote Effectively.

I Don't Necessarily Self-identify As A Writer, 'cause It Implies A Certain Level Of Intelligence.

When You're Writing Something, And You're Putting Yourself Out There, Or You're Performing And Someone Comes In And Savages That, Then Of Course It Feels Personal. It Doesn't Feel Like It's Just Business, Because There's No Business - It's Not Like We're Conducting Business, This Anonymous Critic And I. It's Just That This Person Is Tearing Me A New Asshole.

I'm Not Sure What It Would Mean To Have "made It." Made What? Yes, I Can Make A Decent Living In Show Business, So If That's The Criteria, Then I've Made It. But That Doesn't Feel That Important To Me. The Stuff That Matters To Me Are The New Challenges. I Know That Sounds Hokey, But It's True.