I carry a lot shit around like an imaginary cliche - I mean, cross.

I've become better at dealing with these things but what I'm learning is that as I get older these problems manifest themselves in new ways.

Today its a cross. Yesterday it was a sofa. Before then it was a piano (upright not grand). Tomorrow it might be a sack of baseball bats.

I'm working on getting them all whittled down to just a chopstick.
Only one chopstick. Because I spear my sushi.

Also, I dont like Donnie Darko - "Cellar door" my ass.