My Dad Told Me That No One

Ive Tried To Avoid Labels, But They Always Find You.

My Childhood May Have Been More Demented Than Most, Because I Learned To Read Very Early And Was Allowed To Read Whatever I Wanted.

I Certainly Wanted To Write A Book That Was Honest About New Orleans Without Explaining It To Death, So Much So That The First Draft Contained References Absolutely Incomprehensible To Anyone Who Hasn't Lived Here For Several Years.

They Discovered That Even In The Face Of Pain That Seems Unbearable, Even In The Face Of Pain That Wrings The Last Drop Of Blood Out Of Your Heart And Leaves Its Scrimshaw Tracery On The Inside Of Your Skull, Life Goes On. And Pain Grows Dull, And Begins To Fade

With The First Kiss His Mouth Will Taste Of Wormwood.