I cannot say "live" in Anacortes, Washington because that sounds way to optimistic and positive for a textbook gen-X'er. I would say I hold court in my Ivory Tower with my imaginary friends occasionally venturing through the state of Washington trying not to break my probation or lose my home in hunting clumsily my final memory of love old school in a drug-framed apathy in the shadow of that bitch cheerleader reciprocity.