In 1977 I met Salvatore (Sammy the Bull) Gravano, Frank (Frankie Locs) Locascio and John Gotti. We hung out a lot, sometimes at the mall, sometimes at the morgue. Me and the Bull, we'd wait around for the Good Humor truck. We'd both order chocolate eclairs, and the Good Humor guy would give us change out of the changer on his belt. And then we shot him.
From 1979 to '82 I watched TV.
I began cross-training at age 23, watching TV most of the day and practicing writing during commercial breaks.
I could've dated Madonna one summer, but I'm not into that scene.
From 1985 to '90 I watched TV again.
My early writings were influenced by Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dos Passos and Cheever; more recently I have been influenced by the epic, titanic literature—rich in metaphor—produced by John (Season on...This Space for Rent) Feinstein.
Sure, I'd like to go out with more women today, but between Wilt and Geraldo, I don't think there are any left to go out with. TV is my life, except those moments when I'm eating a Budget Gourmet TV dinner.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.