“If there was anything else in the entire world I could possibly do to earn a living, I would. It’s a terrible job. It should not exist. Like Cancer. And God.” Lenny Bruce
How to Write a Book and Still Respect Yourself in the Morning
When you only give people tiny pieces of your life—bit by selective bit—there’s bound to be skepticism and the ever lingering thought, “Did I really know this person at all?” And I have to ask, “Does anybody really know…anyone?”
Into a Dreamy Hornet’s Nest
Edgar Cayce said that dreams are just your subconscious and your superconscious mind communicating things your conscious mind doesn’t know or won’t acknowledge. For me, there’s always more…
Brave New World, Infusions, and Vitameatavegamin
We started iron infusion treatments that lasted for two and a half weeks. I got poked, I got iron, I got breakfast, I got pampered. It was like a fucked up spa situation taking place in some parallel, sci-fi universe. It was very Brave New World…
How Well Do You Rate Yourself?
To my one-star reviewer—it’s a good thing you stopped when you did. There is a lot more in my memoir (aside from just the introduction you couldn’t get past because of the “cussing”) to be offended by, because lots of offensive shit has happened in my life.
TRAIN GONE: Chewing and Digesting or Chewing and Spitting?
What anyone experiences while reading, and digesting, my book (aka me) has hardly anything to do with me. But it has everything to do with their life experiences and every little thing that makes them who they are, and I have about as much control over that as I do the person themselves.