“I could write a book, you know, if I could write about the things I know.”
“What sort of things?” she asked.
“Oh, you know, the things that no one talks about. Suicide and schizophrenia, cancer and kidnappings, murder, things that show up on the evening news and everyone says it’s tragic, then goes in to eat their chicken pot pie and fresh tomato/cucumber salad.”
“So why don’t you write it