Maybe all the great philosophers work for t shirt companies these days. Clever ideas about adulthood not working out catch my eye. It seems to me that I made a much better kid than I do any kind of grownup. All I need is for someone to hold my hand to cross the street. Somebody to rock me to sleep at night. I need someone to love me all the time, no matter how naughty I've been. I suppose we all do.