I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit.

The Lunatic Populism That Preceded The Pearl Harbor Bombing Is Astonishing In Its Permutations, Its Crisscrossings. Guys Like [catholic Priest And Controversial Radio Broadcaster] Father Coughlin And [racist And Anti-semitic Agitator And Founder Of The Christian Nationalist Crusade] Gerald L.k. Smith Started Out As Share-the-wealth Socialists.

I Am A Master Of Fiction. I Am Also The Greatest Crime Novelist Who Ever Lived. I Am To The Crime Novel In Specific What Tolstoy Is To The Russian Novel And What Beethoven Is To Music.

The Truth Of The Matter Is, You Lose A Parent To Murder When You're 10 Years Old, And In Fact At The Time Of The Murder You Hate Your Lost Parent, My Mother In My Case.

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.

I Drank, I Used Drugs, I Broke Into Houses, Sniffed Women's Undergarments. I Ate Benzedrex Inhalers, Jacked Off For 18 Hours At A Pop, Lived With My Dad In A Shitpad.