America is big. America is dangerous. When I passed through Colorado mountain range on a greyhound bus in June i had experienced an awakening. We stopped at one of the stops. And we waited the bus to be serviced. I looked around. Everything was so huge. It made my heart skip a beat. I bought a bottle of water at the bus stop. Somehow I felt like an alien from the other planet. After I arrived in Los Angeles, I came up with all sorts of ideas for a novel. It had to be about money. It had to be about sex. And an everything must go mentality. Etc.