Point and Shoot, Florida (YU)--Heap didn't do anything about Brenda's truck on Friday, so he had to take her to work, and pick her up, again.

That night, they watched the DVD Heap bought at the train depot in Ocean Springs: Walter Anderson: Realizations of an Artist.

Heap was moved by it. He thought the documentary was well-done.

He hoped the team who were working on his [secret project] did that good a job on him.

Two movies Heap really admired were Crumb and Naked Lunch.

He just read the 50th anniversary edition of Junky: The definitive text of "Junk." The book told of Burroughs' struggle to get JUNK published, the compromises he had to make, the short-sightedness of editors.

Burroughs cut his finger off.

When he compared himself to van Gogh, his psychiatrist had never heard of van Gogh.

You can imagine how much he knew about drug addiction. Or homosexuality: back then, psychiatrists thought homosexuals could be cured.

Heap's antidote to the obtuseness of editors was to abjure publication. Also, to the venality, and pusillanimity, of publishers.

Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Why would a person do what corporate America demanded to get ahead? At the cost of his soul?

Who would do that?

Who would teach college students to do that?

That's why Heap was not a published writer or a writing instructor in a university. His standards were too high.

His principles were too rigid.