I'm Trying To Be Less Bombastic. I

I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit. I Always Wanted Things.

I Was In L.a. In '08. It Was A Cold Saturday Night. I Had Spread My Phone Number Out To A Score Of Women And Was Just Indulging This Sweet, Sad, Elegiac, Bale Loneliness - Don't Tell Me You Haven't Been There.

We Do. Or Re-create The Ones We Have, And Project. My Whole Life Is Projection.

As Critical Acclaim And Response Has Built Up, Every Interview I Give Is A Chance To Puncture The Myth I've Created About My Work And Refine It.

I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.