"I guess I m too used to sitting in a small room and making words do a few things. I see enough of humanity at the racetracks, the supermarkets, gas stations, freeways, cafes, etc. This can t be helped. But I feel like kicking myself in the ass when I go to gatherings, even if the drinks are free. It never works for me. I ve got enough clay to play with. People empty me. I have to get away to refill. I m what s best for me, sitting here slouched, smoking a beedie and watching this creen flash the words. Seldom do you meet a rare or interesting person. It s more than galling, it s a fucking constant shock. It s making a god-damned grouch out of me. Anybody can be a god-damned grouch and most are. Help!"