"I suck. That’s the word that comes to mind. I suck the energy of people, places, things, yes I give too, but I suck. And then I produce this." [....]
I was seated next to the host. I wore a pink wig and black boa; he wore ghoulish makeup and a faux knife through his head.
If a miracle occurred, a fairy godmother would appear, wave a magic wand, say...
"I’m a lot like a trucker in some ways."