When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Maybe since I was 35 years old it was time to go upstairs.
I have a two-story house and a bad memory, so I'm up and down those stairs all the time. That's my exercise.
I would always fall down the big main staircase in our house. My favorite thing in the world was to pretend to be horribly killed at the top of it, and to fall dramatically down to the bottom of it.
I came from dinner, went downtown with my friends, the elevator was down, I ran down the hall toward my room at 10 at night, having had two glasses of wine.
If I have to move up in a building, I choose the elevator over the escalator. Because one time I was riding the escalator and I tripped. I fell down the stairs for an hour and a half.
I started as a writer for magazines, and soon they asked me to illustrate my stories. I started from the bottom of the bottom. And I climbed the stairs, one by one.
One time I tried to use the bathroom in the dark, and I missed the toilet, and I fell on the floor.
When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent's apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.
I was so busy fighting and so busy trying to keep everything above water that I didn't realize I was spiraling downward with nowhere to go.
I said I thought first I was on the stairs; then I remembered I was in the kitchen when he came in.