Fiction is a bridge to the truth that journalism can't reach.

Reality itself is too twisted.

There's also a down side.

It never got weird enough for me.

The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories – not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.

No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.