The Fucking Mountain, a Dark, Windy Road

"It's born to hang out little goods. It's a bore," says Mame Mae. "How are we alive? I don't know, maybe we're not", she asks Chris hardwick. She recalls being so small that she could stand up in the back seat of her dad's car and cover his eyes with her hands when he was driving. 'That reminds me of my cousin steve, when he finally got his license,. And he would drive me home from school... He'd go a dead body and fall over'