Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old. Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception. Freaks.

Some mythological fat asswipe drives our national economy.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Because tanning and steroids are only a problem if you plan to live a long time.

It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.

The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can't write a story where someone is a simple victim because it's boring.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.