What I Did the Day After The Essay I Had Promised to the First Publication to Offer to Print My Words on Actual Paper Was Supposedly Due
…Or, Writer’s Block, College Admissions, Migraine Headaches and The Music Indsutry 1:00 a.m. Give up on the words that are blurring in front of me. Give up on the simple words I’ve tried to read and write to coax myself into reading and writing more complicated ones. Give in to desire for martini that’s been […]
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It’s hard being a neurotic ecstatic, because while you are dancing wildly in the shower you are bothered by the faint but nagging fear that you could slip, hit your head on the tile and drown in two inches of water. Persuing a state of ecstasy involves striking a fine balance between abandon and self-preservation. […]
Read MoreA Patriot at Gunpoint
My latest Huffington Post, “A Patriot (At Gunpoint)” is here. Comments, as always, are amusing. Some wish to spit in my face. Some wish to take up arms to defend my right to provoke them to spit in my face by writing about their desire to spit in my face or coerce me with arms. […]
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