“My name is Weegee. I’m the world’s greatest photographer.”
Wherever it is I go in my dreams, the rest of me, that dogged corporeal self, attempts to follow.
Wait— you want me to make how much pho?!?
Three words: Fiberglass pink gorilla.
What’s the secret of writing, you say? Well here it is: Write anyway.
Oh derber ber, der ber, der ber are ber, ber, ber. . .
To know how an artist functions in the world, look at how he takes criticism. Like, a LOT of criticism.
Soup shouldn’t burn through the floor, right?