It shouldn’t be a secret… Especially from you! My father is a… He’s schizophrenic. And homeless Your father lives in Scarsdale, and he is an author. No, that is my step-father. My mother married him when I was 3. We all took his name. I am talking about my birth-father.
Odd. I, uh, I used to imagine that a relapse would be the climax to some grand drama. Now I think that if I were to use drugs again, it would in fact be an anticlimax. It would be a surrender to the incessant drip, drip, drip of existence.