I don’t know if I should be disappointed or not in what I’m about to say,
But here goes one for the family …
if I knew I was going to die tomorrow ,
I don’t know that anything would change that drastically in my schedule…
That’s the big rewrite for us writers isn’t?
The white whale
How would we write about dying?
Maybe it’s because I used to spend so much time writing about it when I was younger
Maybe it was the depression
Maybe it was my youth
Or maybe it’s the fact that I have Crohn’s disease
And I’ve been hospitalized several times because of it…
But I like to think that now
I’m living in such a way
At such a place
That every day
I’m just happy to be here
I just want to throw a dinner party that Nora Ephron would be proud of…
I always return to her essays and books every other year.
I’m not for it, but I think it’s pretty safe to put people on pedestals once they’re dead.
She’s easily one of my very favorite people on earth and I never even met her.
I like coffee
I love my wife and my dogs
I like cooking
I like butter,
You can never have too much butter
Or olive oil
I like coffee in the morning
Hardwood floors
Cooking, did I already say that? Well, cooking is like really great sex.
I’ll cook for you before and after.
Reading a really great book
Broadway
Everyone should see broadway
It changes you
Or it should
Art is so important
It’s important that we do not sound like everyone else
That we don’t fall into an echo
I like a really great drink.
An old fashioned,
A brown derby
A Manhattan
I like Sunday’s
Sleeping in…
I know you’re not supposed to rely on movies for expectations of love
But I think I like this bar I go to, it helps me write,
But it’s also, because there’s this table that I sat at…
It was the first “date” if you will,
Me and my wife went on…
I always think about seeing her walk in
And I knew I wanted to watch her enter rooms for the rest of my life…
I know I can be hard edged
Sarcastic and a little bit cruel
But she’s like dark energy
She’s seductive without even trying
And she is sexy as hell in heels
she’s also every Sunday morning
Every breakfast in bed
The perfect hot coffee
And a walk in the park
She’s the Italian restaurant on the corner
She’s midnight in the rain
She’s sitting there beside me
When they have to put a tube down my throat
Because of a flare up
She’s there on the front
Smiling
When I get published
She’s got all the love
I can ever hold in these hands
I’ve seen people come and go
And she wants me
And I want her
Year after year
I know what I like
I know what I want
And I
Like her
I love her
I want her. 
