16 January 1996
After trying to direct a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta at William and Mary and failing, I got drunk and burned my late grandmother's Chrysler New Yorker to down to the frame. I moved back home to the suburbs of Washington, D.C. to live with my parents.
I did what I could, but no one understood me and I understood nothing. I received no initiation and I was shoo'd into the world with no point of reference but the blind faith of my superbaby elders.