
My boss is going to a private screening of the new Julian Schnabel movie: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.

I never could figure out how those people like Bukowski could be both carousers and writers at the same time, because to me writing takes as much destructive energy as it takes to be a really good professional drunk. ...I've known various alcoholics and addicts, and it does take a certain kind of determination and willpower to give yourself over to a drug so completely. There's a lot of effort expended once you begin to completely trash your life. Sometimes, writing feels like this to me. It's like going on an all-night bender and then waking up and thinking, "You know, I think I'll do that again," and pouring yourself another drink.
-Dan Chaon
"I like to mash snow. It gives me a tremendous feeling of self satisfaction."
-Marty
"I can't play Pooh to your Christopher Robin."
-Willie
Lindsey and the man who had theories about being raised by wolves went for a walk on the beach. He was charming, but she felt his theories were only that: charming. When she said this, he became less charming. Nevertheless, she invited him home.



Stretched out on the backseat, long and stiff as a dead fish, was a Remington automatic shotgun. Its shells rustled dryly in the pocket of my wife's windbreaker. We had two black ski masks in the glove compartment. Why my wife owned a shotgun, I had no idea. Or ski masks. Neither of us had ever skied. But she didn't explain and I didn't ask. Married life is weird, I felt.
(barroom brawls and other manly pursuits)
(barroom brawls and other manly pursuits)