Years Fly By, But The Heart Stays

An Hour Before His World Exploded Like A Ripe Tomato Under A Stiletto Heel, Myron Bit Into A Fresh Pastry That Tasted Suspiciously Like Urinal Cake.

I'm The Jerry Lewis Of Crime Fiction.

There Is A Certain Fate To The Universe And A Certain Randomness.

Trust Is Like That. You Can Break It For A Good Reason. But It Still Remains Broken.

The State Of New Jersey Is Really Two Places - Terrible Cities And Wonderful Suburbs. I Live In The Suburbs, The Final Battleground Of The American Dream, Where People Get Married And Have Kids And Try To Scratch Out A Happy Life For Themselves. It's Very Romantic In That Way, But A Bit Naive. I Like To Play With That In My Work.