Voices
I fancy myself an intellectual, the equally passionate and jaded American youth born of a hodgepodge of F. Scott and Zelda, Stephen King and Thomas Jefferson. I am supposedly above the WASP prudery of my elders and my peers who, I can’t help but assume, take little interest in anything but investment banking. Nothing shocks me. I look at sex and violence with a critical eye, and if I can’t find a deeper meaning, I generally keep it to myself.
By
Perry Collins
April 19, 2007