"What’s your son’s greatest superpower?" "His heart." "What’s your dad’s greatest superpower?" "He can fly."
I asked her what she felt most guilty about, and she said: “I can’t say it, because it will make me cry.
Her daughter was standing next to me while I took the photo. “Mom won’t stop smoking cigarettes” she said.
"She got The Politest Student of the Month Award."
"I have five deteriorating discs in my back. I tried to pick something up at work a few years back, and I heard a pop.
"My father never liked me. The last time I saw him, I hid from him. We both went to visit my grandmother at the same time.
"My mom died in August." "What was your favorite thing about her?" "Her sense of humor." "What was the time you most appreciated her sense of humor?
"I want her to be halfway trusting, but not so much so."
"I was on a magazine cover. Do you want to see?" "Absolutely."
"It’s hard for me to materialize things into form. I’m full of regrets, I’ve got poor self-esteem. Every time I start doing something, I get down on myself and quit.
"I’ve got one of those bucket lists. I want to drive a race car. I wanted to join the Air Force, but that was just so I could jump out of an airplane, with a parachute— but not from too high though.
"What’s your greatest struggle right now?" "I’m trying to work with a broken elbow. I do wrestling on the weekends, and during my last match I got thrown out of the ring by The Latin Lover— who’s actually my best friend.
“I’ve stopped trying to fix my father. He’s in poor health, and I’ve been trying to get him to exercise more and eat right.
"I have a hard time figuring out relationships. The girls I’ve dated haven’t exactly told me when they were upset.
“I think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes, child services came and took us away.
“I’ve written so many stories and novellas that nobody will look at, plays that I can’t get produced, screenplays that will never be made.
"We’ve been trying for a few years. We both want it very badly, but it’s probably been hardest on my wife.
“Right now I’m moving from pantries to soup kitchens to shelters.” “What was your upbringing like?” “I’d say dysfunctional but fair.” “How was it dysfunctional and how was it fair?
"He’s a counselor, so he’s always putting everyone else’s problems before his own. Including mine."
"I’m five!" "Does it feel any different than four?" "It feels less smaller."