By far my most perilous assignment was covering a tank car explosion.
For every two minutes of glamour there are eight hours of hard work.
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I don't remember deciding to become a writer. You decide to become a dentist or a postman. For me writing is like being gay. You finally admit that this is who you are you come out and hope that no one runs away.
