Nevertheless, here it is: my Hideous Admission. I’ll fess up and come clean. I’m out of the closet. I’m dead. Now don’t hold it against me.

“The most I can ever do is write things down. To remember them. The details. To …”

“For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. N…”

“What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.”

“You have to keep recycling yourself.”