I think you’re getting paranoid. Let me correct that: you've been paranoid your whole life, and it’s starting to show again. - Robert Boswell

We arrived in Colorado the day the state legalized cannibalism. Chic restaurants were charging a small fortune for a 6-ounce human steak, and the ludicrously wealthy or hopelessly fashionable paid for the thrill of breaking yet another taboo.

He flashed me a beautiful smile, which made me recall for a moment 1 of the advantages of fame—good-looking groupies.

But his feelings for me seemed more political than personal. I was a cause, a means by which he could make a name for himself. That hurt.