At the late age of 19, he graduated from penis to pen. By 24, his assets included two rejection slips and a Master's thesis of 22 anorexic poems. Just shy of his 30th birthday, he quartered and tossed all of his manuscripts. The next 17 years were spent sans literature--one might call them an extended lost weekend of manic-depression. At 47, he began again. He exhibits an inordinate--*some* might say, unhealthy--interest in the writings and lives of J.D. Salinger, Rainer Maria Rilke, Samuel Beckett and Franz Kafka. On December 22, 2000, his apprenticeship should end. ("Apprenticeship" being defined as writing for seven years, 350 days a year, with two weeks off for good behavior.) It will be his 50th birthday. He better get cracking.