I never know what I'm going to do for the Post next. Two weeks ago I had a piece on Homeland Security. This is one of my pig ongoing projects. How unprepared we are for a terrorist attack.
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.
I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.
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