I had the notion that I wanted to write the great dirty American novel, so I went to Roanoke College on the GI Bill.
We teach teens what we think they ought to know, and we never tell them what they want to know.
I find it just simply takes me right back to those times, and I really can't take it, I don't want to, I mean, why should I face up to it? What good does it do me? I know it happened, and that's it.

