There was a period about three years ago where I cried pretty often. I wasn't sad. In fact, I was my most happy. It was almost daily over podcasts, good stories, a full moon; my heart was open. I felt it all. Then I fell in love with Sam and hardly ever cried.

It's a story that started without me, it started the day that they showed up in California in their suits and fitted blouses.

Word got out that after the diver gangs mug people, they eat them. That's when people started to panic.