I just enjoy lying on the couch and reading a magazine.

A good [short story] would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now, and uneasy with the fit.

98% of the people who get the magazine say they read the cartoons first - and the other 2% are lying.

Did I really read every single book in the school? My mother maintains I did. Maybe I just told the teachers I had and they all believed me. Maybe this is where the lying about books really began. Where were the checks and balances? I blame the authorities.

Sometimes with 'The New Yorker,' they have grammar rules that just don't feel right in my mouth.

I'm just looking for projects I enjoy.