I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters

The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

For Horror Movies, Color Is Reassuring Because, At Least In Older Films, It Adds To The Fakey-ness.

You Know That Great Car-stomach Feeling When You Fly Over A Hump? That Was My Whole Body.

My Goal On My Bucket List Is To Write A Romantic Comedy Movie.