...scrawled across the wall of the bathroom of some dingy venue, or on the lips of one of my privileged art school friends who couldn’t possibly empathize-but I’ve heard it said that pain makes art. It sounds contrivedly wise, exactly the kind of thing a rich art school kid would say, but I can’t help but find it’s true; nothing I wrote was ever so good as that which I scribbled furiously on the back...