Love Only Brought Me Lonliness And Horror.

I Sleep During The Day. I Still Dream About Drinking And Drugs. Sometimes I Wake To A Hang-over, Sometimes I Wake To A Trickle Of Blood From My Nose, Sometimes I Wake Scared And Shaking. I Read, Go To Museums And Visit Lilly In The Afternoon. Sometimes I Read To Her, Sometimes I Talk To Her, Sometimes I Just Sit And Remember The Times, Remember The Times, Remember The Times." (james Frey, Pg.119)

The Afternoon And The Early Evening Slide By In A Lidded Daze Where The Ability To Think In Any Identifiable Way Disappears And Where Every Moment Seems To Be An Eternity.

Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

I Try To Make The Voice In My Head Come Out Onto The Page. I Try To Make It Much More Conversational Than Other Writing. I Speak Everything, So If Something Sounds Right I Write It. It's More About Sound And The Rhythm Of Speech Than Written Language.

I Think As An Artist Or A Writer It's Ok To Want To Control Your Own Work.