Note: I am a degenerate, not a journalist. When it comes to interviewing people, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. (Frankly, I started doing these interviews because I have no friends and I’m lonely. So fuck you.) I wanted to talk mainly about Permanent Midnight, but I could tell Jerry wasn’t into it. Why? Maybe because he wrote it thirty fucking years ago. I picture some young, giggly hack questioning me about VILE SELF PORTRAITS and cringe.
I suppose I’ve become what I hate.
We all must at some point.
Or not?
What the fuck do I know?
Ladies and gentlemen,
.Below are screenshots of the conversation I had with myself in Jerry’s DMs.
Consider this entire fiasco an exercise in public humiliation.
Yeah… I know.
But seriously, it’s not that bad.
You should see what I sent to Chuck Palahniuk.
Loved it! Especially the parts where it was unclear who was interviewing who.
Thank you for this! I love JS. I consider him a kindred soul, even though our lives have been very different. Good luck with your life, the writing, and everything in between.