A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.
David AntinMy mother turned into a professional widow. She couldnt understand why I wanted to be an engineer; she thought I should be a chicken farmer.
David AntinI wanted to be an inventor, whatever I thought that meant then. I guess I was thinking of Edison or maybe James Watt. Or maybe even Newton.
David Antin