The Creative Man His Own Method Maketh
Last night, a cute girl asks me the eternal question: “What’s your name?” And the epic: “What do you do?” “Well,” I say, pausing to glance around to the maddening crowd, at the dance floor, at the shimmering coke mirrors, “I’m a dolphin trainer.” “Cool!” She squeals. “Yes, yes. I know. I’m awesome right!?” I…