When I first moved to these parts I was having all these encounters with famous Davids. Firstly there was David Crockett—we are from the same area of Tennessee and now I am living in the city of his demise (san Antone). Second David was David Lynch. He was everywhere. I was immersing myself in his cinematography as well as his music, interviews about transcendental mediation, you name it I saw it. He’s kinda my hero—I love his artwork especially. He started out as a painter you know. Then lastly I was reading David Foster Wallace. That is when this piece came into fruition. Every time I read DFW I just imagined him wrestling alligators constantly. Alligators being his psychic pain of course.