I was a writer, in another life. I was a juggler once. I tamed falcons, jumped bulls. I painted houses and built scaffolding and knocked on doors selling stationery. I stole condoms from pharmacies and got three black eyes in two separate boxing matches. I bungee-jumped, I free-climbed, I danced, naked, on ice, just praying I didn't fall through. I made black&white movies of men wearing zoot suits and black&white shoes. I sold them in Europe. I sold other things to the highest bidder in international waters. I gave all of my money away to snake charmers and artists who carved logs into toadstools with chainsaws. I went out looking for work. I was a writer, in another life.