My voice — once a proud and lyrical voice — is in peril because I don’t feed it anymore. It’s starving. And sorry, screenwriters….Screenplays don’t qualify as literature. Or even writing for that matter. More like emotional erector set throwaways with disbelief as a harbinger for all the holes unfilled and each of the readers […]Read More Even a Coin Toss Has Its Critics
What am I trying to say? WordPress. You’re a *fuckbuddy* for sure. What is it about you the that prevents me from feeling any guilt whatsoever about how long it’s been since I last purloined your inability to say “no”? I never arrive here and think, “My goodness, I need to post more. My two […]Read More Cross-cunnilingual Subjucation (or: I’m so thankful we didn’t make it as planned)
OK. It’s 1998. I had just moved to LA. My brother is living in a room no bigger than a jail cell for two. In the span of a month I had lost all faith in everything I was doing but the hell if I was going to leave and not watch it all crash like […]Read More The Time I Saw A Ghost
Because I can change it, no problem. Godaddy is just teeming with crackerjack web development and slideshow programming. Just a snip there. A tuck there. Some superglue here. And hey, hey…Let’s announce something… ON JANUARY 1st, 2017, THE WORLD WILL NOT KNOW WHAT HAS HIT THEM AND WHEN I SAY “HIT THEM” I MEAN “HIT […]Read More Do I Look Like I’m (still) in Jail?