It's All Sex For Me.

In The Time Just Before The Bombing Of Pearl Harbor, When Perfidia Opens, We Were Pre-psychologized. There Were No Concepts Of Identity, No Politics Of Victimization. Reparation Wasn't In The Language. Nobody Thought About Giving The Great Grandchildren Of Black Slaves So Much As $1.98. And All Of A Sudden The Bombs Hit, Interventionism Versus Isolationism Became A Dead Issue, And It Was Us-versus-them In A Heartbeat.

L.a. Ispolluted. It's Overpopulated. But It Is Very Much Home. It Was Inevitable For Me, The Moving Back. I Was Living In San Francisco, And Joan Broke It Off With Me, And I Needed A Place To Live. I'd Been Divorced. And I Needed To Write Movies And Tv Shows To Earn A Living. Alimony. All That. So I Figured What The Hell, I'll Go Back To L.a.

As Much As I Transferred My Mother To Elizabeth Shore Of The Black Dahlia, As Much As Her Dad Mutated Into An Obsession With Crime In General, Well, I Have Thought About Other Things Throughout The Years.

I've Created A Narrative Of The World. I Live In The World - Tenuously, Most Times. I've Avoided The Digital World.

I Work Within The Framework Of A Very Concerted, Purely Driven Protestant Christian Mindset. I Had Dark Early Circumstances. I Went Inward. I Have A Sturdy Will. I Have A Big Heart. I'm A Decent Guy. And I Have A Great Gift. It's Blunted Me To The World In Many Ways.