There are other stories in the middle of it all; I was a member of a family, like most people are, and sometimes we all shared in strange behaviors. Relapse describes an instance with a parakeet and my mother, as I sat naked in the bath. The Compliment is another story of language, sex, and religion - the three themes to which I devote my life (throw in technology.)

When I was 15 I began a path of wanderings, always alone, certain of Angels in the Stomach.

Later wanderings led me to music, the great machine of the culture in which I was raised, and I was lost in it, finding myself at concerts, wearing out cassettes in my walkman, praising myself for the obscurity of my preferences, for liking bands like Galaxie 500.