In Winter, I Plot And Plan. In

South Sudan Is One Of The Most Hard-put Places In The World.

I've Never Raped Or Killed Anybody, Or Hurt A Kid. I've Done All The More Inept, High-volume Stuff - Like, "whoops, Sorry I Came In Your Hair. Don't Worry, I Won't Use Your Name When I Tell This Story On Stage."

There's Something About Being Under-rested And Knowing That The Situation Is Going To Remain That Way For Quite Some Time That Makes Things More Meaningful.

I'd Rather Work On My Radio Show, Which No One Hears But I Put About Eight Hours Of Programming And Writing Into It For Those 30 People Who Do Tune In.

I Want A Soul Mate Who Can Sit Me Down, Shut Me Up, Tell Me Ten Things I Don’t Already Know, And Make Me Laugh. I Don’t Care What You Look Like, Just Turn Me On. And If You Can Do That, I Will Follow You On Bloody Stumps Through The Snow. I Will Nibble Your Mukluks With My Own Teeth. I Will Do Your Windows. I Will Care About Your Feelings. Just Have Something In There.