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I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.

As Much As I Transferred My Mother To Elizabeth Shore Of The Black Dahlia, As Much As Her Dad Mutated Into An Obsession With Crime In General, Well, I Have Thought About Other Things Throughout The Years.

Classical Music Fulfills For Me The Function Of Narrative. I Spend 90 Minutes A Day Listening To Symphonic Music - Beethoven To Bartók - Some Chamber Pieces, And That's My Enrichment.

L.a. Ispolluted. It's Overpopulated. But It Is Very Much Home. It Was Inevitable For Me, The Moving Back. I Was Living In San Francisco, And Joan Broke It Off With Me, And I Needed A Place To Live. I'd Been Divorced. And I Needed To Write Movies And Tv Shows To Earn A Living. Alimony. All That. So I Figured What The Hell, I'll Go Back To L.a.

Every One Of My Books Is Written From The Viewpoint Of Cops, With The Exception Of My Book Killer On The Road, Which Is Written From The Viewpoint Of A Serial Killer.