As A Kid, I Sensed

How Did I Change My Life? I Wanted Things. I Wanted Women And I Wanted To Write Books.

I Want To Have Enough Data, So I Won't Write Myself Into Thin Air, So That I Can Extrapolate And Give You This Secret Human Infrastructure. The Only Way I Sate My Own Curiosity Is To Create This From Scratch. There Must Be Commanding Love Stories. There Must Be Great Moral Cost.

She Quoted A Dead Playwright And Called Me A Bullet With Nothing But A Future. She Understood My Lack Of Self-pity. She Knew Why I Despised Everything That Might Restrict My Forward Momentum. She Knew That Bullets Have No Conscience. They Speed Past Things And Miss Their Marks As Often As They Hit Them.

Well, The Clues Are There. They Always Are. Which Is Why When Crimes Are Solved Decades After The Fact, It's Obvious That The Clues Had Always Been Right In Front Of Them. A Traffic Ticket In Brooklyn Is How They Got ["son Of Sam" Serial Killer] David Berkowitz. You've Just Got To Look.

It's All Sex For Me. Politics Is Sex. Race Is Sex. It's The Novel. It's The Novel!