Don't Make Anybody A Homemade Gift. Unless

I Have A Lot Of Fake Food In My Apartment, But I'm Picky About It. Old Plaster Food, Like From The '50s Is Really Nice, Hollowed Out Paper-mache Food From Old Plays - The New Stuff Just Looks Too Good.

I Love Costumes. My Dream Growing Up Was Always To Have My Own Costume And Prop Shop.

I Like To Be Around Entertaining People. Even If They're Bored, And You're In A Convalescent Home, There's Something Entertaining About That, In A Way.

I’ve Named Everything That I’ve Ever Owned. Real Or Inanimate, I Have To Give It A First And Last Name. Everything In My Apartment Comes Alive At Night.

You Think In A Different Way When You Don't Have Any Money. The Joy Of Poverty Is That You Use Your Imagination To Come Up With Stuff.