When my grandfather died I started adopting some of his accents to sort of remind myself of him. A homage. He was a war hero and he was really great with his hands.
I get up in the morning torture a typewriter until it screams then stop.
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
