I had a movie made about me. They forgot some of the things I said, but they made a lot of money, and a lot of people saw it, so I guess it was okay.

I hung out for a while in this little East Village studio in New York. That was pretty cool. These two girls were there, and they both read me cover to cover, so I like to think that they liked me a little. Mostly now I just take up space and gather dust, so they're going to set me free. Hopefully someone nice will pick me up and take me somewhere I've never been.

I'd like to be passed around a lot. I won't even mind it if my jacket gets torn or my pages tattered. I'd much rather see the world and meet lots of new people. And that's what I'm all about anyway. Passing good things along.