Why I’m Not Famous

Waiting in line at Starbucks, gleaming rows of pastries beckoning behind the glass, Jarvis felt something loosening — and clamped his fists against the terror.

Her face was concave, like it had been mashed in by the butt-end of a fork and people never used to smile at her until she got fake tits.

Interior: Supermarket is the first script I wrote after arriving in New York last year. The first draft was completed in about ten days; rewrites lasted just over a month. Despite […]

Unbelievable, but true! Even while living one of the most comfortable and privileged lives in all of human history, a writer will find something to bitch about in order to avoid doing actual work.