Like my boy Kanye, if I'm not mistaken. What else are you gonna be, if you're God? You're either going to be pretty happy, or pretty pissed off, am I right? The ratio of good to bad is a lot better these days than, say, ten years ago, or even five.
Yeah, my family had no clue what to make of me, I was indifferent or hostile to everything about life, except music and art. Especially money, even when I was paying forty cents a hit for LSD, I wasn't any good with money. I can spend the stuff, but piling it up, not so much. But books, I did prodigious amounts of work with books, it just didn't look like work, and I haven't been paid for it. I usually had more books than dollars, if you counted them up, even though I always had to sell my books, so I can't be photographed in front of them, I only brought a handful down to Mexico with me. One of which happens to be a book called Shakespeare's Verbal Art by William Bellamy. I won't say anything more than that, other than it's interesting. I also brought down the copy of Anti-Machiavel that I permanently borrowed from the St. Louis Public Library. When I did my amends in AA, I thought about saying to my sponsor, you know, to be honest I owe the library some money. More than they know about. Also the library in Portland, Oregon, and a few other places, but I don't really want to get into it with them, if you know what I mean. I decided to just let it pass.
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