Self-Interview at The Nervous Breakdown
One day, I told myself. One day I’d get to do one of these bad boys. The TNB self-interview. Here it is.
And an excerpt, too.
After another blackout she came to with blood under her nails that she could not explain. Norma howled in frustration. Rain chipped at the roof. Was it morning? Which morning? She lay there in a sweat, a free-floating panic squeezing the breath from her chest. A constant headache scratched at her temples. She felt the VIPr, the encoded dentata, leaking into her brain. Maybe Mommy was right. Maybe on Earth you think with your hole.