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Nobody Actually Ever Does This—escaping Through A Window.

Sometimes I Make My Life A Living Hell By Writing Complex Stories With Complex Characters. But I Love It.

I Had My Boy In Boston On Easter Sunday. That Kills Me, From A Sports Perspective. He's A Boston Baby And I'm A New York Guy.

I Really Wasn't A Class Clown.

I Write Flawed Characters. Ones That Do Not Always Make The Best Decisions And Are Driven By Ambition Or Lust. They Are Not Black Or White, They Are In The Large Space That Exists Between.