Adjust My Dreams For Me.

I Went To College In Vermont, And Then Stayed In The East Coast.

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Go Drinking.

And As Things Fell Apart, Nobody Paid Much Attention

I Had All The Characteristics Of A Human Being—flesh, Blood, Skin, Hair—but My Depersonalization Was So Intense, Had Gone So Deep, That My Normal Ability To Feel Compassion Had Been Eradicated, The Victim Of A Slow, Purposeful Erasure. I Was Simply Imitating Reality, A Rough Resemblance Of A Human Being, With Only A Dim Corner Of My Mind Functioning

Writing A Novel Is Not Method Acting And I Find It Easy To Step Out Of It At Cocktail Hour.