We’re supposed to find something to focus on, a release of our thirst for blood. Mine is writing. Others are less lucrative. You know Paris Hilton? She’s one of us.
I write on an online community under the name of Oy. I won’t tell you which one, for fear that if I do, my one safe haven will be compromised. Suffice to say, it’s a reboot.
I live in a nice little apartment in the Bronx. It is bare except for my laptop and a beanbag chair. We don’t need to eat.