WHO YOU GONNA BELIEVE, ME OR YOUR LYING EYES?

But working on stories and the attention that came with them was never enough. Tucked in safe suburban redoubts, kids who had it soft like me manufactured peril. When there is no edge, we make our own, reaching for something that would approximate the cliché of being fully alive because we ( Read more... )

GUN PLAY

Even if I had amazing recall, and I don't, recollection is often just self-fashioning. Some of it is reflexive, designed to bury truths that cannot be swalllowed, but the other "memories" are just redemption myths writ small. Personal narrative is not simply opening up a vein and letting the blood flow toward anyone willing to ( Read more... )