I know I've been working on Prisoner for almost a year now. I know I've put it on hold twice now, to finish different projects I had previously started. I know I'm going to publish another book in front of it, yet again. But every time I go back to it, I think, "This is my favorite book, that I've written so far." It really is. Maybe that's why it's taking me so long. Maybe that's why I sort of don't want to finish it. Maybe, because I rarely agree with anybody else on things such as art, books, movies. Maybe that's why I work on it a little and then let it sit, airing out, letting the paint dry.
This guy, Dean, we share a lot of the same thoughts.
Our hands our dirty. Our thoughts are questionable.
I really fucking like it.