I think everyone has some fascination with what's outside our existence. It's a constant journey to find the truth.
I'm incredibly boring; I had a very happy childhood. I never starved, nor did I have a silver spoon in my mouth. I'm one of those terribly middle-of-the-road, British middle class, South London gents.
I was just a bumpkin. Just a country bumpkin. I had just come to New York from Virginia. Or was it Baltimore?

