I am still waiting for the day that they say, 'Time's up, Blanco. Back to your shift at Walmart.'

I am, as they say, the classic starving artist.

I am waiting impatiently for the day when beleaguered, like-minded academics can order James Wolcott's collected essays for their classes.

I want to, at the end of the day, be able to say, 'I am a runner.'

Every single day, I get up and I say, 'I am going to live and not die.'

They say the camera never lies. It lies every day.