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Once You Have Opened Up Prisoner Interrogation, Wiretapping, Border Patrol, Jailing And The Services Of The Military, When This Has Been Turned Into A For-profit Business In This Endless War, Then We're In Deep Trouble.

You Can Only Really Judge Yourself In Comparison To Other People. How Bad You Are, But You're Not As Bad As Someone Else. So It's Degrees Of Losing.

The Sugar Frosted Nutsack Is Dizzyingly Brilliant. Mark Leyner Is A Hyperkinetic Shaman, Who Flies The Banner Of Rum And Candy And Writes Like A One-eyed Feral Bandit. His New Book Is Supremely Original, Delirious And Synapse-shattering.

It's Like Those High-school Yearbook Photos That Everyone Would Rather Not See: Oh My God, Look At That Mullet Hair. I Have Those Photos Too, But For Me, They're, Like, Entire Movies. And They Show Them On Cable.

Good Actors Can Sort Of See Into People And Immediately You Have A Chemistry With Them Or Not. It's Like An Affair With No Mess.