Revisiting old fears.

  “I was looking for a job, and then I found a job. And heaven knows I’m miserable now.” — The Smiths   Morrissey is the man who knows my soul. It was true when I was 16, and it’s still true now that I’m in my forties. Last year at this time, I was […]


Two life-sized statues of me will be built in my honor: one in Newark, New Jersey, and the other in the central plaza of Toa Alta, Puerto Rico. I will insist that the statues remain covered in bird shit. Baskets of hand-milled, multigrain bread crumbs will draw birds from miles away, and their avian intestines […]