If I could write from anywhere today, I would choose to write from the lakeshore rocks of Evanston. I'd write in a notebook you'd never read. I'd be as adolescent as possible and hate everything, especially the phonies. I would drive down Lake street in a 1978 gold Cutlass Supreme and get a hot dog for lunch. I would wake up and tell my mom to write me a note to get out of school. I would go to bed the night before secure in the knowledge that I was the center of the universe. I would be 17.