This week I'm taking my first accordion lesson, and it's from a woman named Margie who has the Fargo accent, so I'm doubly excited. I think we'll probably start with a little "Stairway to Heaven," then work up to something along these lines:
Last night I finished Bret Easton Ellis' "American Psycho," a book whose main character is, eh, a psycho. And American, so it all makes sense. Lots of horrible things are done in this book, among them a flame held to a living victim's eyeballs until they burst, a starving rat coerced into a dying woman's acid-melted, cheese-smeared vagina. Jesus. I think last night, while finishing the last two hundred pages, I said "Oh my god" out loud four times. Then, starving from not having eaten all day, I tried to down a bowl of stew. All of this is to say don't eat stew after reading "American Psycho."
