I grew up in a small county, and the things I experienced and saw when I was young made me stop believing in romantic, moonlit tales of longing and in going alone to those poor, out-of-the-way villages before I turned 20. I experienced what people call the simple, honest ways of the local people. And as for this idea—that you can just fix it by watching a few criminal cases—this kind of youthful artistic “chicken soup for the soul” brain.