I Had This Idea That I Could

And The Question Is, Which One Is Really "you.

She Was Clean": No Piercings, Tattoos, Or Scarifications. All The Kids Were Now. And Who Could Blame Them, Alex Thought, After Watching Three Generations Of Flaccid Tattoos Droop Like Moth-eaten Upholstery Over Poorly Stuffed Biceps And Saggy Asses?

I Hope To Keep Writing Journalism As Long As I Write Fiction; It's Afforded Me Such Amazing Adventures And Opportunities. It Does Take A Lot Of Time, So It's Hard To Do Both At Once, But I Try To Do A Big Journalism Piece Every Couple Of Years, And I'll Hopefully Continue With That.

I Haven't Had Writer's Block. I Think It's Because My Process Involves Writing Very Badly.

Some Mornings... I Sit At The Kitchen Table Shaking Salt Into The Hairs On My Arm, And A Feeling Shoves Up In Me: It's Finished. Everything Went Past Without Me.