I write like I make love: alone in my bathtub, as I let the fantasy overflow and wash over me.

“The way I wrestle five-year-olds makes me think if I were ever attacked by a pa…”

“The Nile crashed in the Amazon while being piloted by Miss Ississippi.”

“Where was I last night? I don’t remember myself. I mean I remember me—I didn’t …”

“People don’t know what I’ve gone through to get where I’m at—six tunnels and th…”