I can tell you a little about myself. I'm in my thirties, normal life mostly, a bit of a Goth tendency. Yeah, I've got a guy to go to when I leave here. Sure, he knows I'm here, but he likes me, all of me, and he likes me free. And he doesn't mind. I'm lucky in that. I'm well-educated, intelligent. And vain, I guess. I write, I suppose Sam told you. It doesn't sell, but hey, I'm in Hollywood, if you don't have something "in development" they don't let you in the City limits. I have a lot of very good friends that range a wide spectrum of interests and attitudes. Like Sam, I like myths and mysticism, and that's part of my life too. If it sounds like I'm mostly content, I guess you're right. Oh, there's the usual crap that happens to people, but I'm sure it's happened to you too, huh?

Suicidal? No way, Jose. I mean yeah, sometimes life is a bit much. But what a terrible way to die...all alone? And for such an awful reason. I like to think death should be the crown of all, and not some pathetic last resort.