Scene from an early morning at Matt’s Big Breakfast in Phoenix
Wednesday / 10:10 p.m. “This story, it’s really gotta pop. It’s gotta knock me on my ass, you know?” “Yeah. I mean, that’s what I’m going for.” “So what is it? What’s the best stuff you got? Best sentence, right now. Go. Knock me on my ass.” I pause — because it’s something I’ve contemplated for weeks now, alternating between long, sleepless-drunken nights and pre-dusk easing into my bed and feeling the vibrations of the day still pumping in my veins like a body high, alterna