I Wouldn't Want To Live In Berlin.

When I Was 14, A Camp Counselor Explained What "eating Out" Was And I Vowed To Never Have It Done To Me. It Seemed Cannibalistic And Unhygienic. I Also Remember That She Claimed--in Front Of An Entire Cabin Of Girls--to Have Been "eaten Out" By One Of The Maintenance Men In A Hot Tub. Under Hot Water. Either Something Is Amiss In My Memory Of This Conversation Or She Found The Most Talented Man On The Planet And All Hope Is Lost For The Rest Of Us.

I Felt Like I Wasn't Doing Justice To Either Side Of My Life. It Wasn't Pronounced. Publicity Is An Awkward Thing To Do. It Is Awkward To Call People Up All The Time And Ask Them For Things On A Very Basic Level.

It Takes A Level Of Creative Depression To Hear 'girls Just Wanna Have Fun' And Weep.

Insomniacs Tend To Fall Into Two General Categories - Those Who Give Up And Those Who Don't. I Don't. I Refuse To Admit Defeat By Turning On The Light. I Will Not Try To Read Or Watch A Movie, Thank You. Productivity Is A Crutch Of The Weak.

But Now My Problems Had Been Set Loose. They Could Be Anywhere At Any Time And I Was Just Like Everyone Else I Knew: Almost Positive That There Was Something Profoundly And Undiagnosably Wrong With Me.