[rewriting Is] A Whole Other

My Dad Had A Lot Of Bad Luck. You Could See His Suffering, His Terrible Suffering, Living A Life That Was Disappointing And Looking For Another One.

I Was In The War. I Know How To Kill. I Was Over There. I Know How To Do It. I've Done It Before. It's No Big Deal. You Just Make An Adjustment. You Convince Yourself It's All Right. That's All. It's Easy. You Just Slaughter Them.

I Like Cars. I Like Travel. I Like The Idea Of People Breaking Down And I'm The Only One Who Can Help Them Get On The Road Again. It Would Be Like Being A Magician. Just Open Up The Hood And Cast Your Magic Spell.

It's One Of The Great Tragedies Of Our Contemporary Life In America, That Families Fall Apart. Almost Everybody Has That In Common.

My First Job Was With The Burns Detective Agency. They Sent Me Over To The East River To Guard Coal Barges During These God-awful Hours Like Three To Six In The Morning. It Wasn't A Very Difficult Job -- All I Had To Do Was Make A Round Every Fifteen Minutes -- But It Turned Out To Be A Great Environment For Writing. I Was Completely Alone In A Little Outhouse With An Electric Heater And A Little Desk.