To Be An Artist, Do You Need To Live A Quiet Life?

When I was 18, I would have probably told you that it was impossible to even be a writer without going through some CRAZY shit and coming out the other side, without partying or experiencing life’s wacked out niches, without being an outspoken outsider with their life held together by dental floss and chewing gum.

A Parable

My bus goes off the road outside of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, flying through a metal guardrail and going off a cliff. It explodes in a fireball. There are no survivors.