Spill out your excuses, your secrets, your lies. Crack open your ribs slowly, one at a time. Allow enough room to let me inside.
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Love: How I Became a Writer
Perhaps it was because of Jerry Harrison that I became a writer. Harrison (of Talking Heads fame) once attended a party at my home, where he feverishly examined the shelves of books that lined my childhood bedroom.
"What's your major?" He didn't look at me when he asked but continued to let his fingers linger over each book's title.