As a European I had fit in almost seamlessly in New York for the last 25 years, but in Oklahoma I stood out like a sore thumb.
“When I'm rhyming it's all in my head... Like the slaves, when they were picking cotton, they would block out their minds. They would sing.”
“I think my character's getting to the point where he can't even eat spaghetti with red sauce anymore, where he has horrible nightmares, he can't sleep anymore.”