Even drunk, I knew any escape plan that involved going to Detroit, Michigan, was a harbinger of doom.

Long-haul trucking. Just roaming the country, alone, with audiobooks and podcasts, sleeping in the back of the cab, showering at gas stations at 4 a.m., minimal human contact. That's living the dream.

The sociopaths - that's the real problem. The whole street demeanor is about pretending to be a sociopath as well so that the real ones can't find you.

It is a great moment in every freak's life when he or she finds out that at least they are not the only one.

Even drunk, I knew any escape plan that involved going to Detroit, Michigan, was a harbinger of doom.

My strong suit is that I've been willing to risk on the page to get somewhere interesting.

I'm really suspicious of anybody who comes in and says, this is your identity now, or this is your belief system, and now that you have this, everything's going to be great.