Mr. Gibbs: Leverage, says you. I think I feel a change in the wind, says I.
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black PearlI think that’s why I write—the not knowing and the blasted good feeling I get out of it all.
On Being a Rat and Other ObservationsWomen are brought up to think of others. [...] When I start to think of myself I feel sick.
The Buddha of SuburbiaI drink Coke-zero while I score coke from an honors student in Huntington Beach.
I Can't Feel My Face