I don’t read Middlemarch or Harper’s or anything else that I don’t like. I listen to southern rap and am a 26-year-old male in Chicago. My days are spent at a job that has nothing to do with writing and everything to do with drawings and hardhats. When all else gives ground I am still that criminal with a bad conscience. I felt really sentimental reading Eduard Limonov’s Memoir of a Russian Punk. I aspire to take part in the revolution if only for the sake of art. I like humorous poetry and serious novels. I think that Michel Houellebecq is good. I don’t really care what books you’ve read or what you did in school or what work sits on your desk now, I want to meet you in real life.