In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.