Probably, On Some Subconscious Level, I Was

So, I'm On Sesame Street, Walking Around With All These Monsters, Elmo And His Buddies, A Whole Bunch Of Chickens, A Whole Bunch Of Penguins And A Number Four Dancing About. It Was Just Pure Joy, Simple, Ridiculous Fun, Stupid Joy. There's No Irony. Sesame Street Is Just A Crazy Great Place To Be.

I Think That's More A Reflection Of The Fact I've Never Been A Student Of Any Particular School Of Writing, Or Even Listening.

I Said I'd Stop For A Year, Which Was Inconceivable To Me And Everyone Around Me. It Seemed Like So Long. But Then, After That Year, I Looked Up And I Still Hadn't Gotten My Land Legs Back At All.

But That Constant Adjustment And Adaptation To Your New Environment, All The Variables Are The Same. There's Always A Promoter, There's Always A Rider, There's Always A Shower, And There's Always A Stage.

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.