The gas gauge plummeted from three fourths a tank to gaslight-empty. The floater didn’t bob right—or maybe the bobber didn’t float right—either way, the gauge was a lying son of a bitch. He thought he’d fixed it—by all means, he had—but the repair had been a thrifty one. He’d done something handy with some tape […]
“That’s the thing, Diane,” I said to her, “I had no idea how popular this movie was going to be. It took me by just as much surprise as it did everyone else.” I grinned at her, and I swear I could feel my eyes twinkle. Now that’s how you do an interview.