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Often it's the people who know a place least well who write about it best because they see it fresh.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
It's weird. You find a safe place in someone who you feel like maybe they can't judge you because they don't know you.
I've been beaten. I know what that's like. They say, 'Who has been a nail can learn to be a hammer.' So I know what it is to beat people.
If someone asks me a question, that says they appreciate what I do and that's nice. And I know what it was like when I was a kid to want to interact with a top player.
This discourse, and the present frame of my mind, lead me rather to speak to those, who by feeling Satan's fiery darts, know assuredly that there is a devil.
When I was 16... I worked in a pet store. And they fired me because... they had three snakes in there, and one day I braided them.
People think they know who I am, because I've played so many very, very out gay men on stage, and they think that's me.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
