Wow: the more I read, the wilder the quotes get:
Here is one from the Chicago paper:
[quote]He spent the next few hours tearfully talking through his options with his girlfriend, Heather Sperling, a food writer who lives in Manhattan. They poured strong gin cocktails, at 11 in the morning, and sat on the roof of her apartment building. He wondered what would be better for his boys�the presence of a disfigured father, or to die and let them simply forget. Maybe Angela, his ex-wife, would remarry, giving them a new dad, one who could talk, who could eat, whose disabilities they wouldn't have to explain to their friends.[/quote] Here is the full Chicago magazine story:
Burned
Getting closer to dawn now
charm