It Was Easy Not To

When I Look At Perfidia, I Think, "that's A Pulitzer Prize Winner. That's A National Book Award Winner." It's Not Going To Get It. It's Going To Be Shelved In Crime And It's Just The Way It Is. I've Done Something That No One Else Has Ever Done; I've Started Out As A Mystery Writer, A Police Writer, And A Crime Writer, And I Became Something Entirely Different.

I Don't Feel In Any Way Obligated To Remain Current With The Culture. I Feel No Social Obligation Whatsoever. I Trust My Morality In The Narrow Path I Trek Through The World As I Work.

I Don't Know Anybody In The Underworld. I Make This Stuff Up. I Don't Know Any Criminals.

I Am The Most Well-adjusted Human Being I Know. I Started Out This Investigation As A Very Happy Man With A Great Career. I've Got The Life People Dream About: I Am Rich, I Am Famous, I've Got A Fabulous Marriage To An Absolutely, Spell-bindingly Brilliant Woman.

I Drank, I Used Drugs, I Broke Into Houses, Sniffed Women's Undergarments. I Ate Benzedrex Inhalers, Jacked Off For 18 Hours At A Pop, Lived With My Dad In A Shitpad.