The Wounds That Never Heal Can Only

You Don't Have To Follow Anybody's Conventions.

Leonard Asks Me If There's Anything I Need To Know Before He Dies, I Think About It For A Minute, Turn To Him, Say What's The Meaning Of Life, Leonard? He Laughs, Says That's An Easy One, My Son, It's Whatever You Want It To Be.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

Coming After All The Bullshit Related To A Million Little Pieces, Nobody Was Expecting Anything From Me. No Publisher, No Agent, No One. Just Me And The Book. It Was Great.

We Live In A World That's Very Fast, Where We Get Bombarded With Huge Amounts Of Information Very Quickly, And I Have Tried To Tailor My Voice To The Times, Which I Think, Writers, Over The Course Of History - Many Have Always Done.