I Can Take A Lot Of Pats

I Unconsciously Decided That, Even If It Wasn't An Ideal World, It Should Be. So I Painted Only The Ideal Aspects Of It - Pictures In Which There Are No Drunken Slatterns Or Self-centered Mothers... Only Foxy Grandpas Who Played Baseball With The Kids And Boys Who Fished From Logs And Got Up Circuses In The Backyard.

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.

If There Was Sadness In This Creative World Of Mine, It Was A Pleasant Sadness. If There Were Problems, They Were Humorous Problems.

I Had A Couple Of Million Dollars' Worth Of... Stock Once. And Now It's Not Worth Much More Than Wallpaper. I Guess I Just Wasn't Born To Be Rich.

How Will I Be Remembered? As A Technician Or Artist? As A Humorist Or A Visionary?