All Of My Books Come From Pain.

I Feel Like I'm Not Smart Enough To Answer The Questions I'm Asked.

But... What About Us? What About The Past?" She Asks Blankly. "the Past Isn't Real. It's Just A Dream," I Say. "don't Mention The Past.

But I Don't Want To Wear A Condom Because I Don't Feel Anything," And She Says Calmly... Glaring At Me,"if You Don't Use One You're Not Going To Feel Anything Anyway.

I'm Into, Oh Murders And Executions Mostly. It Depends.

Greed Is Good. Sex Is Easy. Youth Is Forever.