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I’m tired of everything that ever added up to me so I just threw out everything I ever owned since I was five years old.   Clothes, books, comic books, notepad after notepad, a play I wrote in second grade, pseudo-intellectual novels I wrote when I was 18, love notes to women who are dead, business […]

I went to the bathroom this morning to take a shit and I had a choice of two pieces of reading material. “Icons of Photography” and “Cosmopolitan”. I chose “Cosmopolitan” because it promised to teach me “the kiss of lust” technique. Because even if you have fame, sex, money, and power, you can’t really be […]

Every Thursday from 3:30-4:30 EST I do a Q&A session on Twitter. If you like these types of posts please “Facebook Like” so I get a sense of the interest (or comment if you have more answers for the questioners. I am sure they will appreciate it). There were many good questions and I did […]

After he died, everyone started to like him again. For years everyone would trash him. Then, about a year ago, our friend and ex-coworker suddenly died. The eulogies started spilling out onto the Internet. Everyone “learned how to live” from him. Or learned “everything I know about journalism” from him. One guy, “Rex” wrote the […]

Blogging is really painful for me. I’ve had over 400 posts. I’m not really news driven. I’m more “heart driven”. I don’t even read the news. So I have to keep finding parts of my heart that I haven’t explored yet. I have to keep bleeding until it hurts. But I’m a bit addicted to […]

Lisa showed up at my hotel room yesterday at 5:30am. She was a little early. She’s been visiting me in various hotel rooms for the past five years. Whenever I have to go on TV that day she comes over and washes my hair. The whole time I knew her she was massively overweight. “I […]

I wanted to kiss her but God wasn’t sending a message yet. I was too shy to kiss unless God sent some lightening down. A real sharp blast that would blow up the atmosphere.  Everyone would squeal. Birds would fly in awkward directions, smashing into light poles, or boats. She would move closer and I […]