I felt I had to share Idaho with my friend from New York because he'd shared New York with me so I was going to share the beauty of nature with a man who went to museums and clubs late at night. But there was nothing to do where I lived at night.
It's not that I don't believe in miracles but I never quite trust that...
I feel by posing for Playboy I've discovered my own sexuality and beauty and...
Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?