I've Never Had A Meth Habit, I

I'm Still An Obsessive Personality, And I Still Think I'm Right, And I Still Believe My Literary Balls Hang Far Lower Than Nearly Anyone Else's Alive.

Most Of Those Who Spend Their Lives As Critics Secretly Wish They'd Be Considered Important Enough For Someone To Bother Criticizing Them.

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.

I Can't Tell You How Many Times People - Through The Anonymity And Safety Of The Internet, Of Course - Have Told Me 'you Beat Women' As If It Was An Ongoing, Daily Thing. The Only Person Ever Brave Enough To Say It To My Face Quickly Surrendered His Courage When I Said, 'would You Like To Step Outside And See If I Can Beat Men, Too?'

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.