Mostly I Have To Try

No One I Interact With - Except Maybe For Family And Strangers At The Russian Baths And Other Weird Places I May Go To - Is Just Friends Or Lovers With Me: They Also Know Something Of My Writing And This Distorts Their Take On Me.

Whether I'm Writing Scripts Or Prose, The Goal Is Identical. To Give Pleasure. Now Whether I Succeed Or Not Is Up For Debate, And, Mostly, I Fail. But I Try. I Like To Make Things. It's A Way To Stay Busy During One's Ephemeral And Confusing Life.

Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More Difficult, Life Or The English Language.

I Hid My Underwear Beneath A Parked Peugeot.

I've Really Never Written About My Relationships, Or Things Like That. I Wouldn't Want To Divulge Things That Were Too Private.