I Don't Think I Will

I Don't Think I Will Write Anything That Could Be Even Remotely Considered A Genre Novel From This Point On. I Think I've Graduated.

How Did I Change My Life? I Wanted Things. I Wanted Women And I Wanted To Write Books.

Where’s Your Sketch Pad?” I Asked. … “i Gave That Up,” Kay Said. “i Wasn’t Very Good, So I Changed My Major.” “to What?” “to Pre-med, Then Psychology, Then English Lit, Then History.” “i Like A Woman Who Knows What She Wants.” Kay Smiled. “so Do I, But I Don’t Know Any.

The Truth Of The Matter Is, You Lose A Parent To Murder When You're 10 Years Old, And In Fact At The Time Of The Murder You Hate Your Lost Parent, My Mother In My Case.

Well, The Clues Are There. They Always Are. Which Is Why When Crimes Are Solved Decades After The Fact, It's Obvious That The Clues Had Always Been Right In Front Of Them. A Traffic Ticket In Brooklyn Is How They Got ["son Of Sam" Serial Killer] David Berkowitz. You've Just Got To Look.