Sometimes I wonder if I'm a character being written, or if I'm writing myself.

If I really got my ribs removed, I would have been busy sucking my own dick on the wonder years instead of chasing winnie cooper. Besides, I wouldn't have sucked other people's dicks on stage, either. I would have been sucking my own. Plus, who really has time to be killing puppies when you can be sucking your own dick? I think I'm gonna call the surgeon in the morning.

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here.

Irv was a character. I thoroughly enjoyed him. He was great and made me wonder what the SOB sounded like 50 years ago.

Sometimes you feel awkward being what you're best at, you feel like you have to be something new.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm as famous for my wheelchair and disabilities as I am for my discoveries.