I Think I'm Out Of Crime Fiction

I Drank, I Used Drugs, I Broke Into Houses, Sniffed Women's Undergarments. I Ate Benzedrex Inhalers, Jacked Off For 18 Hours At A Pop, Lived With My Dad In A Shitpad.

I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit. I Always Wanted Things.

I Am A Writer. I Could Not Afford To Take 15 Months Off From My Writing Career To Play Detective.

I Was In L.a. In '08. It Was A Cold Saturday Night. I Had Spread My Phone Number Out To A Score Of Women And Was Just Indulging This Sweet, Sad, Elegiac, Bale Loneliness - Don't Tell Me You Haven't Been There.

You're Grounded!!!! You Can't Go Out And Prowl The L.a. Streets. You've Got To Do Something More Edifying, Emboldening And Altogether More Groovy. You Gots To Stay Home Tonite And Read A Good Book!!!!!!!!!!