Blog Category: Impression Technique

Ugh, I’m disgusted with my brain.  I see people walking down the street and there’s like this killer inside me providing running nasty commentary about each person. Do you do this also? I have to stop myself often: “You don’t know this person who is randomly crossing the street. You can’t possibly know that he’s […]

I just bought the hardcover version of “Helping Yourself with Psycho Cosmic Power” from Al G Manning. The book was written in 1969. I paid $5.50. The paperback version (used) is going for $95. The last time I read this book I was 12 years old. I bought the book for sentimental reasons.  I described […]

Yesterday was a good day. I didn’t read any newspapers. Who cares about Greece. Who cares about all of Europe for that matter. Or unrest in China. I certainly don’t care. Did Obama do anything? Who cares? There’s news about some Congressman but for what and for who and why? Sometimes the fight is wearing […]

[Note: for privacy issues I’ve slightly rewritten the beginning of this post.] My dad’s first marriage fell apart with him going crazy on the floor of his shit Bronx apartment. His brain fell apart. He threw things, he screamed. I’ve never once seen my dad raise my voice. But crazy can hit the human body […]

Dear Burton Silverman, I just googled you to see if you were still alive. I guess in the back of my head there’s always this myth that an artist’s paintings go up in value if they are dead . Do you think that’s true? So other than my sincere wish to see if you, my […]

The rubber sheets wrapped tight around my bed were soaked with pee every morning when I woke up. I was four years old. I wet the bed every day. And I remember it clearly, getting that first bed. My dad carrying it into my room, replacing whatever cage had previously held me. Now I was […]

I was playing poker in Las Vegas and the two professional players next to me were discussing their “leaks”. “Women are my leaks”, one of them said. Meaning he’d make some money and then spend it on prostitutes. “My wife is back in Japan and I can’t help myself.” [See: The year I did nothing […]