I deny any possibility of the paranormal or supernatural. I respond to aesthetics but the content of art interests me far more. All religions and patriotisms halt critical thought. The universe is random and chaotic, and we exist by chance. I love words but numbers confuse me utterly. John Lennon's death still bothers the hell out of me. I feel an ethical obligation to be political, and I loathe it. I drink only water. Forrest J Ackerman dedicated a book to me and gave me hundreds of gifts. I've never played a sport, watched a sports game, learned a card game or touched a gun. I once made a man's last meal (he committed suicide minutes later). When I was 15 Fritz Lang sent me a letter. A dog once bit my upper lip and the resulting concavity can't heal properly. I've journaled daily for decades. I attended The Savannah College of Art and Design. I once asked David Bowie about Devo. Heroes include Wesley Autrey and Sam Harris. The fall that killed Kurt Vonnegut happened three days after I mailed him a fan letter, and I'll always wonder whether he read it. Citizens United must fall.