The second we see somebody on the street or meet someone, we make snap judgments about them, about who they are and why we wouldn't necessarily sit with them or why we would or what's cool or not cool.

We live in a society that blames everybody else for what's wrong.

People are going to behave however the social norms permit, and beyond that.

People are essentially red meat. They are.

Milkmen seem so wholesome, and there's no way anybody can be that wholesome.

I wanted to be a painter.

I grew up in a military family, and there's something about that military-style uniform, all cleaned up, a brutal control effort the military necessarily breeds.