I think I can do pretty much anything, fuck you very much. And I have often tried. My winding, meandering career path and life restarts are the visible scars of my persistence. This view of myself is rooted in 52 years of living inside my head and body. In fact, that’s kind of a personality marker for me. I’m known for it. Always have been. The answer is always yes, I can do it. Yes, it’ll be all right. Yes, I’ll work it out. Without a goddam clue how any of that is going to