I Think Without Writing I Would Feel

I Got To New York When I Was Eighteen. I Was Knocking Around, Trying To Be An Actor, Writer, Musician, Whatever Happened.

After The Falling Out With My Father, I Worked On A Couple Of Ranches - Thoroughbred Layup Farms, Actually - Out Toward Chino, California. That Was Fine For A Little While, But I Wanted To Get Out Completely, And Twenty Miles Away Wasnt Far Enough.

When I First Started, I Didn't Really Know How To Structure A Play. I Could Write Dialogue, But I Just Sort Of Failed Beyond That, And Kind Of Went Wherever I Wanted To Go.

You Can't Make A Living As A Playwright. You Can Barely Scrape By.

This Isn't Champagne Anymore. We Went Through The Champagne A Long Time Ago. This Is Serious Stuff. The Days Of Champagne Are Long Gone.